The walls bleed in this house of strife
The roof sages and weeps
They try to medicate my misery
The feast they give me fills the stomach
But the hearts left empty
Wallpaper to the wound
Try to hide it away
You can’t pretend peace
Thin disguises are easily seen through
My paper mask is melted by my tears
Don’t tell me wealth is happiness.
©Arwen LeQuieu