Melanie Martinez Short Stories

Dollhouse

(listen to le music while reading)

hey girl, open your walls, play with your dolls.

we'll be a perfect family.

i don't like it here, i don't like what i'm doing here. pretending. shes passed out on the sofa again, my mum. i can't bear this, the things they're doing behind her back. my father, cheating on my mother with a girl he found on the street, and my dear brother, smoking cannabis in the protection of his room.

no one never listens, this wallpaper glistens. don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen

places, we need to get in our places. 'throw on our dresses and put on our doll faces" everyone thinks we're this perfect family, huh, they better not look through the curtains. 'pictures, pictures. smile for the pictures pose with your brother won't you be a good sister' it's getting annoying everyday

d-o-l-l-h-o-u-s-e i see things that nobody else sees

hey girl, look at my mum shes got it going on, look at her blinded by her jewelry. when you turn your back she pulls out her flask to forget his infidelity.

oh no! they're looking at us, plastic, go back to being plastic. we have to look like a perfect family.

we're the towns picture-perfect family, after all.

if only they knew how messed up we really are.

hey girl, open the walls, play with your dolls. we'll be a perfect family.

welcome to the dollhouse.