Playing House

Play houseWe live in dollhouses
We put on doll clothes
And comb our doll hair
We are plastic

We are little boys and girls
Playing house, tea for two
We act out grown-up roles
Though we are already grown

White picket fence
Two kids and a dog
Like June and Ward Cleaver
Nostalgia for life never lived

We dress to impress
We dress for success
Painted face, false charm
A doll’s painted smile

Somehow growing up means
Being serious, knowing all
Briefcases and suits
Just a role we play

I am but a child
In a grown-up’s body
I act, I play house
I work, I save, I spend

I pretend my life makes sense
I pretend it is under control
But deep down inside
I am just a frightened child.

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