There are certain things not suitable to bring to dinner
Like the tears you cry at night
Or the anxiety that rises up in you at the thought of betrayal
These things are not suitable to show infront of people
Especially not your parents, whose hopes for you are high
There are certain things you should hold close and lock up
The doubt
The anguish
The heartbreak
Why fill people up with the same regret you've had to bear your whole life?
They come for dinner, not the screams you locked in your chest
They come to fill themselves up with happiness, not with the bitter pain you keep bottled up
They hope you keep the plates ready, not the words unsaid at the tip of your tongue
They come for joy, not the darkness dragging you under
How cruel, to give your guests the very same things you get at the dinner table everyday.
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Through My Looking Glass 🔬
RandomDie wêreld deur my oë, somtyds onderstebo. Ek skryf my siel uit, wanneer die trane die woorde na my stoep toe bring.