The Picture Frame

These things inside my head,
Turn all i am to dread.
what will happen on the 'morrow,
when i finally find all my sorrow,
wtill real outside my mind?
breaking all that is inside me.
making me feel unkind.
now at the table beside me,
i see a picture frame.
broken and used.
unshiney and abused.
and thats what my mind,
feels now.