Happy House

Behind the pretty stickers of pink castles and paintings of little fingerprints,

There was a truth not being told to the outside world of those who knew her.

Those who knew her family,

What was occurring within,

And the victim she portrayed in her own horror movie~

They call it a happy house.

Damaged walls,

Broken glass,

And wood floors growing grass,

But don't forget,

The girl in the house,

Living in this mayhem of concealed truths,

What was hiding behind the pretty stickers of pink castles and paintings of little fingerprints?

Hallow holes,

And washed up control,

Of her myself~

Bothered by a hostile crowd,

Tormented by her own family,

By her own mind~

It's like a matrix of lost dignity,

She can't escape the abuse,

But~

Become a sticker to hide her own inner damage of defeat~

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Authors Notes:

❣️Thank you for reading my poem! ❣️

'Happy House' is a term with many definitions, but it is mostly used to define a cruel/sadistic household :(