Cheerful Little House
I walk to my cheerful little house
The world is too frightening
Everywhere I look something bad's happening
New meds gives me mood swings and snaps
I can't handle the overwhelming emotions
Causing much too many commotions
My little cheerful house is medal
While the other wooden houses burn
With its pastel colors, it holds dark lonliness
With its hot cocoa it holds cold insecurities
With its soft stuffed animals it holds hard secrets
I walk to my cheerful little house
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