Behind every picture perfect family,
There is a picture perfect Hell.
Walls painted so prettily,
Scream in agony
Voicing our pain
In their muted way.
Leaden doors block freedom
The air so oppressive
Hangs in silence.
Silence that
Screams out the tension
And reminds us all of things
We should have said.
Furniture so pretty
Was bought at the cost
Of others well-being.
The carpet absorbs
All the blood and tears
That are shed in secret.
The lamps shed light
On eveything we wish
We could forget.
The house is too dark
Though light outside.
A picture perfect house,
A picture perfect Hell,
Picture perfect is lovely don't you think?
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