Hanging on the Wall

My family is kind
To an image of me
Hanging on the wall

If I pose real nice
And smile just right
I can almost believe it's real

But I can't hold the pose
And my smile droops low
Someday they'll see the truth

I study my image daily
To perfectly become
What they need from me

Today I look too closely
And see the terrible truth
My perfect image is cracked

I gather the glue and
I gather the paint and
I try to make it right

But glue congeals and
Paint won't heal
The cracks are far too deep

The glue is a mess
And the paint is a mess
And I don't know what to do