All sitting around the table

Where the family jokes about ideas.

Playing games on Christmas Eve

We are nothing but happy.

Eating together and sharing smiles

We are an inseparable family.

Everything is perfect.

Now they gather to share ideas.

They play games on Christmas Eve.

The are happy.

They eat together and share smiles.

Without me. 

They refuse to believe what I have been through.

I’m a liar.

I made it up.

I just want attention.

The pain I feel isn’t real.

The flashbacks aren’t real.

My heart isn’t broken.

I’m a liar. 

This poem is about: 
My family


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