"Come downstairs and say hello!".
What if I don't want to?
What if I'd rather stay here,
Cooped up in my room,
On my own?
I guess it wouldn't matter,
I have no choice,
Forced to mingle with strangers,
A smile painted on my face.
Do you notice?
Do you notice the absence of the usual twinkle in my eyes,
Or the lack of sparkle in my smile?
I hope not.
It's nothing personal,
But,
Whether they're watching over me,
Or sitting next to me,
I have my own family.
Thanks.