Houses are like little cages
Little cages that is trapping
Every little incidents inside it;
Trapping every little shriek
Trapping every upsetting stories;
One wants to tell
It locks everything inside
Houses only shows you what you want to see;
It only displays what you wish to see;
It shows you what a normal house should be.

the truth is
every monster lurking
in the shadows is
once a human being;
that appeared before your
eyes during day time

it consoles itself
by playing make pretend
during daylight

they reveal their true
selves during the night
time and wait out for
those who stays

but do not fear
the thing before your
eyes;

leave it be;
always remember
do not fear the
monster fear
the greater being
who created it

Looking at the sunset facinates me
It's like looking through a masterpiece
That changes through time;
Some days the sunsets  
would be purple and pink
Some days the sunsets with blazing orange
Setting fire through the clouds
But these sunsets reminds
me of dreadful endings
With every beautiful ending there's an end
Eventually the sun will go down
Leaving us with nothing but darkness
I feel that the sun is being pushed down
By the clouds because it's too hard to carry
Such burden in their shoulders

a flower that is adored when
its bright and colored
disregarded when shriveled
approached when the sun shines brightly
forgotten when the sky is drizzly
picked when its pleasing
stepped on when its fading
watered when its lively
left behind when its rotten
and when things change its
thrown away and being
completely forgotten