Photo Shopped Happiness
A photo, a snapshot, a small glimpse in time,
My life has fit in a tin.
A small tin of pictures, a tin of a memory,
Where I lived my small life with a grin.
Each moment I was happy, no cry or a frown,
No photos of tears from my eyes.
These photos don't say I ever felt down
Not sure if they're true or just lies.
Was I happy when driving, or walking down town
Was I that happy in front of the shop?
Was I really that happy when doing the dishes
When did my happiness stop?
I do have one honest photo that gives it away
A photo I called a mistake
A photo of my mirror shows tears from my heart
Revealing my life was a little too fake.
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