People see the pretty house
Not the abuse that happens inside
They see smiles and laughter
Not the endless tears at night
People see a child playing house with friends
Not their real house that is falling apart
They think presents and jokes
Help hide broken promises and pain
They see a little girl that plays tag with her brother
To bad that night he’ll molest her
They see scraped knees and bug bites
Not cuts on their arms and bruises on their backs
People let them selves be fooled by appearances
Instead of facing the truth