She's hiding in the bathroom
Under the covers
In the darkMusic playing in her ears
To drown out the
Arguments downstairsWalls are too thin
Halls are filled with memories
Nothings changedThere's a girl on the walls
A smile painted on her face
Posed in her best dressShe's the perfect little girl
Next to her perfect brother
On a perfect beachIf you look close you'll see
It's all fake
She's trapped in a frameAnd somehow that's the same girl
Who's looking at picture
Everything's changedHer hair is shorter now
Colored blue or purple
It's hard to tellAnd maybe she cut and colored it
Because her whole life she was told
"You look so much like your mother"Another perfect little girl
Framed on the wall
One more expectationAnd people understand her better now
And she understands herself
And it was niceHere they don't understand the same
Here it's too hard to explain
Here they don't like changeBut here she's closer
Closer to her home
That she misses so muchAnd oh at home she could be a kid
And oh there were no cameras
And oh three years is too longBut her parents say
They're not going back
It hurtsShe tries and wants to live as
vividly in her head as she used too
But judgment and reality dims itHer mom says this is
The easiest she's ever been
Mom doesn't knowThis is the hardest life has been
She's better at hiding it now
Music and words hold her upShe wants to be a kid again
She wants to be a kid again
She wants to be a kid againNot fully understood
Not picture perfect
Just free
November 2023
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