They merrily gather around the brightly-lit dinner table
Eating, drinking, laughing
Reminiscing about the good old days
I lie in bed
Alone
Counting the cracks on the ceiling
The children play innocently
Happy to see their aunts, uncles, cousins, grandma
Sometimes they even ask aloud as who
I am!
The nightmares of childhood
Still haunt my
Memory
They love to gossip about me
Telling one another that I'm bitter
Crazy
In need of salvation
I seldom leave my room
Quiet as a shadow
Avoiding them like a vile
Plague
Somehow I have become a
Stranger
In my home.
