Christmas days spend with family
Listening to you,
Talking about the upcoming holidays,
The spend time with your family.
So excited you seem, haven't seen them for so long, already a year it has been again.
So precious you say they are to you, your relatives. But are they? What do you really know about them? Shouldn't you then talk more often, share your life and fears and dreams?
But instead you look at me with pity in your eyes when I tell you, no, I won't visit mine, since there is nothing to tell, nothing to share. It would be a mockery and I won't sink that far. We are nothing more then people sharing blood but nothing else.
And still you pity me.
Well, at least I am honest with myself.