A house should be like a person, a friend
Warm and welcoming
Full of joy, and even sorrow
Where perfection is not needed
And how pretty it is only matters to your eyes
After all, there’s no place like home, right?
But what if instead of a person, that house was like a mask?
Picture perfect
Pretty to the world
Well, for a time
For unlike a real person
A mask in time will crack
As slowly but surely
Things start to fall apart
And everything that mask was trying to hold in
Leaks out onto the streets
Secrets, lies, and deceit
Till finally one day
The mask breaks
And all you’re left with
Is an empty sweet shell
📝 Fangs
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