The way it used to be

• Woken by my mother in the morning cold

This schedule is getting boring its getting old

• Spending time worshipping something I don’t believe in

But it’s mother’s day and I do it for her grin

• So I put on that fake smile and act out my mood

I wonder if I told the truth would she turn shrewd

• But after spending my time with the lie

My brother surprises us by coming by

• We go to a Ihop for breakfast but I just want to go home

But I must be kind even though everything is going wrong

• I sit silently until we sit in the booths

But my brother wants me to sit with him and be loose

• But I don’t want to because my mind is not in the zone

But I make myself sit and to my surprise stare at the back of phones

• Now I loathe my situation for why do this if no one is happy

The food was mediocre and the interaction was crappy

• But now we go home and I am relieved

Why can’t things go back to how it used to be