My house is always loud.
The colors, the sounds, the people.
Everything is so loud,
All the time.
And despite all the noise,
Despite all the people,
I have never felt more alone
Than when I am there.
The laughter that rings through the halls is not mine.
The pictures on the walls,
Do not have me in them.
The people in this house-
Act like I’m not even there.
Watching my mother interact,
With her new husband and his kids
Is like watching a perfect family,
One that was meant to be.
They don’t need me.
I am not a part of her family.