"Beautiful"

Welcome home,
But we all know a homes not a home when your alone.
Because these bricks and this wood,
Seemed like they should have stood.
When the wind blew,
And the rain beat down.
Exposing something truly beautiful,
But having something truly beautiful is useless,
unless you have someone to share it with.
So you took this beautiful house,
And you pumped it full of plastic,
And you think you look so fantastic,
But you starve yourself at night,
And your constantly living in fright,
That your house will fall down.
Only fueling an idea that will make us drown
They idea that you have to be perfect,
And if your not perfect your not worth it.
Fueled by the imagery of pornography,
And the new human philosophy
That if your not the right hight,
Or if your not a sight
To be lusted over by men,
Then your not alright.
But you fill your life with supports,
That will just fall down,
Bringing the rest of this house to the ground,
This beautiful mansion with pillars of gold.
And a marble staircase glittering with diamonds,
But nobody ever see's it,
Because you hide it,
underneath all this guilt,
Bringing this house down to nothing but ashes.
And after this your still alone
Even after you destroyed your home.
So we build your house from the bottom up,
Keeping nothing but but bitter distrust,
And your life is a graveyard,
And your just a ghost
Wondering from headstone to headstone,
Trying to find a new home.