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.