Chair, chair
why do I feel like it’s a courtroom here?
They say they love and care,
but why does my mouth taste bitter
when they are near?
Blood is the excuse.
Family bonds don’t work
when you are someone they
can’t use.
Shiny heels, so many eyes,
holding pride and bitter lies.
Innocents are prey to mood
at a table where the topic
is never just the food.
Shaky fingers hide under a napkin,
wishing to vanish ,that’s all I can think.
Sharp glances, heartbeat tense,
the shadows of strangers
in my shaky camera lens.
All they see is the shape of a
body.
Concerned? Nobody.
Comparison in every breath,
bonds walking at arm’s length.
Love never formed .
family, a mythical bond.
Wealth and success are the bridge.
Losers like us
stand at the edge.
Love is conditional
where family laughs in disguise.
Time stops at an evil hour ,
it takes too much to end.
Time is the answer.
Every day is a question wrapped in danger.
If success makes you less of a stranger,
will you'll them to be a friend?
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
Chair, chair
why do I feel like it’s a courtroom here?
They say they love and care,
but why does my mouth taste bitter
when they are near?
Blood is the excuse.
Family bonds don’t work
when you are someone they
can’t use.
Shiny heels, so many eyes,
holding pride and bitter lies.
Innocents are prey to mood
at a table where the topic
is never just the food.
Shaky fingers hide under a napkin,
wishing to vanish ,that’s all I can think.
Sharp glances, heartbeat tense,
the shadows of strangers
in my shaky camera lens.
All they see is the shape of a
body.
Concerned? Nobody.
Comparison in every breath,
bonds walking at arm’s length.
Love never formed .
family, a mythical bond.
Wealth and success are the bridge.
Losers like us
stand at the edge.
Love is conditional
where family laughs in disguise.
Time stops at an evil hour ,
it takes too much to end.
Time is the answer.
Every day is a question wrapped in danger.
If success makes you less of a stranger,
will you'll them to be a friend?
Everyone is a stranger .
