Perfection

Perfection

Don't you love how my house smells?
The wind gently moves the lace curtains.
The scent of lilacs is carried in by the breeze,
but something is amiss in my home.

Don't you notice the splendor in my house?
The furniture is polished, and the doilies are all in place.
The hardwood floors sparkle and shine,
but all is not right in my home.

Do you see how perfect my house is?
You can eat off the kitchen floor if you like.
The countertops are sanitized and immaculate,
but all is not as it seems in my home.

My yard would make a fine magazine cover.
The lawn is mowed to just the right height.
The flowerbeds are all abloom,
but don't be fooled by my home.

Can anyone see past the perfection?
Does anyone dare to look?
Are there ears to hear the pain and despair?
Will someone please recognize the truth?

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