Dead Inside the Frame

Picture-perfect posture
Frozen in the light
Every flaw adjusted
Out of sight

Smile locked in position
Breathing on delay
Living like a portrait
That slowly fades away

Still as stone
But cracking underneath

Dead inside the frame
Burning without flame
Every perfect angle hides the blame
Dead inside the frame

Applause without connection
Eyes that never blink
Standing in reflection
On the edge of what I think

Tear the canvas
Let it rip
I'm not your static image

Dead inside the frame
No one speaks my name
If perfection is the game
I quit the frame

The picture finally falls