I am a poster
hung on your wall
unable to move or to
yell or to talk
only observing
your every-day life
watching every triumph and strife
you too observe me
in a much different way
only passing glances
am I blessed with each day
you readily judge
my unmoving pose
a broken figure
a wilted rose
and I wish I could reach
out to you now
but I am restrained
held there by vow
I'd say only nice things
I promise, you'll see
I'll be the best rose
a woman can be
but what can I say?
I am without fear
for I was the one
who hung myself here
