The journey through this beautiful life.
It was always beautiful. From the day I was born, to becoming a teenager.
But after seeing the world with my eyes, I now know I've been deceived as a child.
Like being able to see the light I've always wanted that overshines the darkness of overcoming the lurking monster.
Always running, hiding, seeking help, even though no one shall assist.
They ask, "Are you okay?" Knowing that anything I say won't come to a halt.
What would a child know about the world? They only wonder and dream while I was trying to escape my own blood.
This beautiful life, my beautiful family aren't so beautiful.
If only they opened the walls to my dollhouse, they could see how we are placed by the monster.
Only those came see right through them, behind their mask of happiness.
Would they still say we're beautiful if they saw our pain behind our masks?
Would they come to save us from the pain and suffering we try to hide?
Time shall tell once this beautiful life comes to a stop.
