My brother and father are talking the the front of the car.
About some cool twist in mystery my brother learned about in school,
or maybe about a latest buisness plan.
My youngest brother is sleeping next to me in the very back of the car.
My middle brother is listening to music,
like he always does as he falls asleep.
My sister is sleeping as well.
She can't read, because she always gets car sick.
And I'm sitting awake in the back seat,
as I always am on this long trip.
Staring out the window...
just thinking about everything going on in my life,
trying to find anything in it to grasp...
trying to fight back the threatening tears.
This is how it always is at 1 in the morning on this never ending trip.
We are all in this small space for a long time.
But no one will ever know me like they think they do.
Even if they asked...(which they never will) why would I tell?
I'll just be told I'm being silly,
and then a lecture will start on how they grew up,
and how that's how I should as well...

Not that i'll ever listen.