you didn’t know how to tell them that your life looks good but you don’t wish it on someone else. that yes you had a roof overhead and got birthday presents. you remember opening boxes with nothing personal inside of them. makeup when you were 15 because that’s what “all teenage girls” wanted. sometimes a dress in the wrong size, sometimes tickets to a band concert you no longer listened to and hadn’t in a while. no talking at dinner tables, missed performances, absent student-teacher meetings. no hugs unless it’s in public and only then by necessity. no conversations about real things, only requests for chores or screaming. it’s a house you don’t know anyone in, it’s a family who couldn’t care less, it’s never knowing love. it’s empty things that slowly add up. but your home was fine, right? it was fine enough.
"Okay then, catch me." With Dickiebird