And now for a moment of wisdom

The Girl In The Photographs

She smiles in all the photos;

Her eyes a shiny blue,

Her lips so curvy upwards;

In a lie to conceal the truth.

Kodak keeps her checks in line;

To control her painful eyes;

To slowly comfort her as she falls;

And paint on her masking disguise.

But then late at night;

When the camera's turned off;

She weeps for her dignity;

For all that she's lost.

Her head buried deep in the pillows;

Her hair a tangled up mess;

Drowning in tears of her past;

Haunted by timid distress.

And moments when she is tuned out;

She looks so lost; and then so confined.

But then she plasters on that sunset-smile.

As she whispers to them, "I'm fine."