I live in a dollhouse, I have all I need, They keep me inside, So they can't lose me. They painted the walls, In the colours they like, They didn't ask, But I guess I don't mind...
Dollhouse
Distractions
Distractions sing their siren songs, drawing me away, I tell myself I’m waiting for inspiration, Saying I need to refuel, Too many excuses ready on my tongue
Through the glass
Through the glass, the world is distorted, fractured, warped, like a panic attack.
A Journey in Self Expression 