A Picture of Mental Illness

As I look at the happy faces
Thumbing through old photographs
No trace of sorrows
No traces of pain
They cannot tell the whole story
Of what was and what is left

We use to laugh and talk for hours
Now there's only condemnation left
For all I failed to be
For what I cannot be
We cannot rewrite the past
I cannot make you forgive

I only want happiness for the man you become
But,your delusions make me the enemy
Nothing good enough
Nothing believed
How I wish you loved me
Like the little boy in the photographs