A simplistic solid black frame
equipped with four perfectly sculpted ninety degree angles.
Inside of this dusty, dull cage,
seven seemingly fictitious smiles stare down the viewer.
An ordinary, mundane, family photograph.

The history of a household left untold in a snapshot.
The pain, deceit, and sorrow deeply buried.
Beneath the surface of those smiles lies regret and remorse.
Somehow a single photo sparks a mob of memories.

So before this clan can be declared content,
unable to sympathize with negative nonsense,
consider your humble home,
and the pretend smiles you have plastered on pictures.