fraud Santa, no elves
I got use to it since I was twelve
families chanting bells
praying for each other to burn in hell
fake laughter as feasts are getting served
some are firm while others are shaking up in they’re nerves
kids making snow devils
disguised as snow angels
friends singing songs
while I sit in my dark room where I belong
in this huge house I was the forgotten unwanted child
standing there as siblings open presents with big smiles
bright lights
bleeding nights
people decorating trees
shiny black tea