Fine lines crossed, marched crossed our backs,
Weight, pressure made us crumble and fall
All of the layers of colors, people changed us, asked us to reflect on their desires
Hung mirrors, lined our skeletons to hide our faces
Our frames, nimble and frail,
We asked for help, but our limbs couldn't flail.
We were once abandoned too,
Like a dirty hotel turned into a suburban zoo
We hid our thoughts behind paintings on canvas of a better place,
Of things we used to be, like trees and the wind would be on us,
When the beams were pulled,
Everything came lashing out
All the support we ever needed,
We always gave back
Our house of cards, turned; folded;
Walked with it's best hand in play
Leaving a mess for somebody else to pick up on another day
Now hang your new memories up,
As they'll be easily forgotten amongst the community you walked away from