Card House

They all think my house is so strong

“She’s lived in it for years – what a great old place!”

But despite appearances, this isn’t the case.

Calling my house sturdy is blatantly wrong

 

The red exterior is not made of bricks

Rather, the whole thing is made of playing cards

Which can tumble and cover my whole front yard

Leaving me the whole home there to fix.

 

But they never see my house after it topples

Only the façade I’ve created in front

I never allow them to witness the brunt

Of my anger, frustration, and the rest that’s so awful.

 

With a small puff of wind, I’m back to square one

As my world literally crumbles around me

The despair’s always there, though I pretend I’m free

It’s hidden under my cards so I won’t be overcome

 

I long to escape and live far from this place

Where they have unwittingly forced me to live

The don’t understand just how much I would give

To be able to always have a smile upon my face.