In my family portrait we're all smiling.
But what happens if that picture starts moving?
The smiles are replaced with tears and sobs,
our faces become white as ghosts.
In my family portrait we look happy,
put when the cameras not there everything changes.
My dad beats my mom and me,
and my mom can never stop crying.
I wish my family portrait was real,
my life full of smiles and laughter.
Instead I feel pain and misery,
and my nights are spent crying.
My family portrait is a lie,
it doesn't show the truth.
It shows a happy family ,
But that's something that can never be.
