The Painting in the Parlor

Here I am, 
Watching from the wall,
Just part of the scenery,
I’m seen by all,
But rarely noticed,
I am just the painting in the parlor,
I see who comes and goes, 
In this house that is not my own,
I hear secrets, 
But never tell a soul that I know,

Day by day, 

I watch, 

And day by day, 

I fade.