A Beautiful House
I think I am a house
The outside walls painted bright and cheerful
People drive by and say,
"What a beautiful house".
What no one sees
Is the inside
Its rotting beams and torn wallpaper
Its moldy couches and rats nests
I wonder if anyone will ever go inside the house
And love its messed up inside as much as its perfect outside
But no one ever does
They just drive by and say,
"What a beautiful house".
I think I am that house
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