The sun is going down,
And so Is the family mask.
In comes the children
And out comes the Vodka.
The family secret
Has been found out by nobody
Who could even say,
Its brutal, really.
The smiles,
The perfect family,
No problems
Not even Emily,
Oh, how wrong you are
It's all an act,
They've mastered acting
You say they're sweet,
But
They have problems
Nobody knows
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts, But Formal
PoetryFrom making your body a canvas, to.. I dont even know what, these are some poems I come up with on the spot.
