A fractured mind, and a fragile home,
Where every bit of joy is one on loan.
I welcome you to my household,
With its sheen, all of plated gold.
The million-dollar deal that dad just signed,
Means dad will be away a longer time.
Mom finds comfort in another's embrace,
I know because she's never home on Sundays.
I have a pretty looking older sister,
Who's grown up in front of the mirror.
Falling in love with her own face over time,
Not a smart thought from her since I was nine.
I bumped into myself last week at a corner,
I turned away without a word, I was a stranger.
But we show the world the plastic smiles we sew,
The Perfect Family act, right on cue.
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