A portion of the wall, concealed deceitfully,
A portrait framed, superficially free,
Yet its distance from truth, painfully clear to see.
A painted smile, deceivingly grand,
But the cracks in the facade, I failed to understand,
A puppeteer's trick, I was caught in his hand.
Beneath the illusion, hidden in the shade,
Chains of despair, with scars never fade,
Unable to voice the anguish, in silence I stayed.
The colors of the photo, a deceptive hue,
Gray like the lies, only tears stay true,
A facade that crumbles, revealing the blue.
A picture of a dream, forever unreal,
A happy family, love he can't truly feel,
On the wall, a tragedy concealed.
In that portrait, lies a departed soul,
A family fractured, the lies uroll,
A better version, I yearn to console.
