The Picture On Your Night Stand

my family is a framed picture

                     sitting on your nightstand

my grandma is flawed 

but takes care of it all

always there for him and i

she’s the frame that holds us 

 

my brother has two faces

very kind and very friendly

but when he turns his cheek

He cracks the frame 

 

i am the picture inside the frame

a smile on the outside 

i look so happy 

no one questions a happy smile

 

look at us, as you lay your head

don’t we look happy?

be careful we are fragile

one slip and we’re shattered 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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