You're a house with white walls with the occasional  black marks and a few paintings made by a kid. Your garden is almost dead but the biggest tree in your yard is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen yet you don't notice it as much. You are long and quite big when no one is around and when someone is in you all alone they feel this emptiness and they can sense what you're lacking yet they don't say anything because they don't want to hurt your feelings. Your roof is in great shape and the deck outside should be stained to a darker shade of wood according to you but you don't notice the three pink flowers leading up to your door as much. The lightbulbs outside have burned out years ago so you put on this face that makes you look alive but on the inside you're still white walls and stained carpets and slamming doors.