Tainted Pictures
These pictures are tainted
With happy faces.
Burn these tears from my eyes
And let them be no more.
What’s done is done.
The past is but gone away,
Only to be etched
Into these tainted pictures.
Smile and say
What a wonderful time you had.
Happy Birthday!
If only…
No, it was a happy birthday.
‘Twas merely the afterwards,
Which screwed me over.
Knowledge burns itself
Into my mind;
And so I smile
A twisted smile
When I look
At these tainted pictures.