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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?
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
Stranger Danger
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?
Thesilentobserver
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
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