Pretty In Pictures Poem by Eman Awad

I wonder if all the good times have passed by,
i wonder if i'm still to be pretty in pictures any more.
Some times i think i'm just a face,
made to laugh and made to cry,
with a fading away smile regardless to heart so soar.
I'm pretty in pictures and underneath,
why can't you see me? why can't you see?
I'm ugly in pictures and underneath,
why do you see me? why that's what you see?
I smile and the sun reflect colours into,
my hazel eyes, and i utter a joke and open my lips.
To a gorgeous smile after the count of two,
i can tell you how to fool the world, here are some tips.
Walk with an atitude and hardly say any words,
but speak away to what you just get that'd make you glow.
Gaze into peoples' eyes, enter their worlds,
say that you do understand even if you don't even know.
Pass by the one who broke your heart,
and speak of some thing irrelavent to the situation.
Give them a hint of your new start,
lie and pretend, give no limit to your imagination.
Talk about your family as if they are,
the perfect family ever and sigh.
Say that whenever you father is far,
your mother becomes so sad and cry.
Give your untrue thoughts no limitation,
no one says i'm broken without a lie some where.
We've been given questions and destinations,
and never answers or a map to get us there...