The houses are too big where she is.

The ground is caked in high-end grass seed,
and the landscapers mow lawns every Thursday
Saturday
and Monday
from two to four o'clock.

She's stuck inside a box
A pretty, painted box
with shutters on the windows
flowers in the yard
and screaming toddlers outside.

In this box of hers,
Her mother works part time at a restaurant
Her father is the CEO of a major company
and she gets all A's.

Across the street,
There are more boxes.
Carbon copy, after copy, after copy of boxes
Painted differently, yes
but in all honesty, they are the same.
She still thinks the houses are too big here.
She's trapped.

Inside this box,
lives a girl.
Her lungs are blackened,
her veins hide, afraid of the promised liquid fire.
In her mind, her thoughts fight for first place
And even the runners-up get a chance
for the spotlight

Her eyes are permanently red,
She trembles when she isn't in a high.
She thinks the houses are too big,
and she wants to kill the landscaper that mows her lawn every Thursday,
Saturday,
and Monday
from two to four o'clock.