Little girl trapped behind the glass with-

That still grin frozen in place.

Eyes that do not lie to the beholder,

Face unblemished from her final days, with-

Fingers that clutch thin air,

Thoughts unheard…

Eyes that lie.

The still grin of a cover up, through and through-

Face a fairytale mask covering the sorrow inside, with-

Fingers that clutch thin air in a futile attempt for a mother's love…

Thoughts clouded.

Words that have no sound.

No tears will flow down something so dead;

The captured moment is a fake,

The grinning girl behind the glass is lying,

She's only pretending for it's all an illusion-

There are two sides to every photograph.