Gathering

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A room of unknown faces,

they all claim to have met me.

I'm expected to go and say hello

but I haven't seen them since I was 3.

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Forcibly tied to those I don't know,

it's supposed to be so great.

I'm hiding behind every fake smile,

each hug makes me suffocate.

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Petting, teasing, prattle,

I hate it but must abide.

Every comment about my height,

makes want to run and hide.

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I feel the tears seeping through,

but I have to keep them back.

They say to keep on pretending,

and so I continue this act.

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As soon as I step into my home,

I find a room for emotions to fly.

Locked door and knees to chest,

so I can sigh, wry and cry.

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