It’s one thing to pretend you are what you are not infront of people you desire to impress, but it’s another thing to pretend you are what you’re not infront of people you call ‘family’.
“Straighten up, and eat that tomatoe slice with your knife and fork.”
Everyone around me possess fake laughs, default humor and smiles. I just slowly eat what I like, liking it less as my scenery unfolds.
“You’re a backdrop, a false painted landscape, picture worth a thousand words, and those words tell people what you truely are. They’re just too amused to care to find out what you really are.”
I say this at this same dinner, in another world, where my filter is thrown under; I, of course, do not say this in the reality.
I love what nice family I have. We love eachother we claim, so why this mask? Can I atleast be myself with you people?
“Matt, don’t speak like that. It’s not propper.”
Words from the same women who shouts obsenities at us behind closed door, and is as messy as she is fake.
I think dinner time is best when dinning alone.