Family Jewels

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.