I sit in the middle of the room,
My lips sealed as my family is circled around me.
They talk and talk and talk and talk; but the words they speak cut deep into me.
They talk about the hobbies, clubs, activities they have.
They talk about their awards or surprises or gifts they receive.
They talk about their life their achieve goals their ceremonies honored for them.
As I sit in the middle.
With nothing to say.
YOU ARE READING
Hands covered in paint.
RandomDip your hands into multicolored paint and write the words with your fingertips. (I don't know what I'm doing. I guess this poetry stuff. Leave good things! ~Windy)
