You saw me, standing there, with the fakest of smiles on my face, the nicest of dresses hanging off my shoulders.
You greeted my mother, who also wore a smile as fake as mine. She addressed you politely, with a hand behind her back.
Little did you know, she held a flask and as soon as you turned your back, she would drink until she forgot her husband's infidelity.
Both my father and brother were out, one cheating, one smoking cannabis.
But you saw none of that, and you never would.
Like a dollhouse, we were perfect. We were plastic.
This was inspired by Melanie Martinez's song Dollhouse.
It's at the top, of you're reading this on a phone. If you're reading this on a computer, I'm pretty sure it's on the side.
I'm rank 558 in the hashtag crying?? (That was The highest rank) Whaaaat?? Very few people probably use this tag then, but this is in a rank for something?? I honestly couldn't be more grateful. Thank you, thank you, and thank you again. ❤️❤️
Sorry for updating late, today was a kinda busy day and I forgot until now..
