still... frozen... picture frame of life. what is it like little girl? to watch as those surrounding you move... dance to the heartbeat within them while you stand wondering where it all went wrong... why nothing is and can never be the same again. like the calm before the storm you wait lying on the grass as it sways peering through the branches of the weeping willow as each raindrop begins to drown out the noise. you slowly seep into the ground as all that you are fades away. the only remaining evidence is that which you wore so well. mask... oh that they would shatter it... oh that they would uncover every flaw... every lie... deceit. so this is who you have become? judgmental? no... envious of the lives that others live? yes... to be a sinner i would rather be than a saint living a lie... to revel in sin knowing my need for the Savior than to be the image of perfection who turns the lights off when no one is looking and plays games with the devil.