I was framed, a poem, your comments please?

Question

Me Framed

Frames that hold the pictures

Of friends and family

But there's one thing they do not show

The other side of me

I do not know what makes it so

That different forms and figure

Appear there as I older grow in

Frames that hold the pictures

At times it feels an awful blow

To think someone might see

Within those frames my other self

The other side of me

I keep it hid upon a shelf

Behind some antique pitchers

The other side of me

Frames that hold the pictures

© December 19, 2007 Albert K. Jungers All Rights Reserved.

Answer 1

Perhaps this is why many indigenous people are camera shy,  cameras do steal your soul, or at least a part of it.

An excellent self examination, sir.