Your pretend pretty world was all there was,
floating dangerously on a breeze from never.
I was happy, yet oblivious, just because
I was yours and so much smaller.
At night I watched the headlights pass-
my beds grew but the world became no larger
cradled (or trapped?) in your safety glass
Thanks, but no thanks, mom and dad-
balance is all too easily achieved
when one side is all you see or need.
A veneer, despite perfection, is still a facade.
Even though you made life,
you still can't play God.
I'm finding it hard to doggy paddle-
you never let me see the water.
You cant hide the world from me any longer.