Little girl peers into her tiny doll house
A metaphor of the house she lived
Ever pretending to be the perfect family
Confused on what is real and fake
Confounded
Unable to distinguish the good from the bad
What seems like good on the outside was a lie
This hypocrisy
My demise
A world where the truth is a lie
What you think is wrong is right
The right thing to do is always wrong
Rules ever changing or untrue
Instability was the ruler
Unsure of what could happen at any moment
A world of worthless words and falsified actions
Paranoia
I am being watched all the time
Lingering eyes behind dusty books
Ever looking in the dark
Nightmares are a reality
Shadows on the wall
A masquerade
I want to pretend it all away
Behind the pretenses lies the harsh reality of myself
I am scared to face
