Steel-Framed Sadness Poem by Maja Dezulovic

Picture-perfect.
Don’t you see?
The photographer shot it.
Happy smiles, matched outfits
And all of that.

Plastic pretenses
Edited into eternity
With a wisp of uncertainty
Hidden in the pixels.

It’s all there
So that one day
We can point
Reminisce
And recollect
Distorted memories
‘Wasn’t it all perfect then? ’
‘Wasn’t it all wonderful? ’

That will be the definition
Of deliberate insanity
Living for yesterday
Conforming for today
And tomorrow?
Lost.