Melanie Martinez// Album: Crybaby

Part 2// Dollhouse

All through out my life I've been complimented a lot. I'm guess what you could call perfect in a way, my OCD rages more than ever. Our family is thought about in the same manner, perfection. Stunning father, beautiful mother, handsome son, appreciated daughter. Not really, when I break things down for you, it gets messy.

First off, let's start with my father. He's always out and about, and I never really knew why. But I figured it out, he's out with chicks at clubs, staying overnight at hotels with them. By now I would have 15 mothers, and it disgust me, but I don't think I have any power to stop him. But no one ever notices.

Then there's my mother, my alcoholic mother. She was perfectly fine, until father started hanging out with his blonde bimbos. After that she developed bad depression and a need for alcohol. I've seen her drink from the flask before, offered it to me once even. But no one ever notices.

Also, my brother. He's super smart, excellently smart, and very talented. Buts he's been having to adjust, living with ADHD is hard, unbearably hard. Everyone pressures him to get good grades, move onto college, it's all taking a toll on him. He smokes can ibis every single night, in his room before bed. I've caught him doing it, he simply said. "It helps me escape reality." But no one ever notices.

Then there's me. Pitiful me. I'm stuck in time trying to catch up with my parents, being forced to grow up faster and it hurts. I don't want to. I've been made fun of at school, everywhere I go. But no one ever notices. Never notices that we are broken.