.
I’m not here.
You can’t see me.
I’m invisible.
Please don’t bug me.
.
They’re everywhere,
And in every shape and size,
All those people
You normally despise.
.
They’re on the sofa,
And in the kitchen,
Lots of talking;
Screaming children
.
Why did I accept
This party invite?
I’d rather suffer
A werewolf bite.
.
Christmas music
Playing loud,
Someone’s yelling
Above the crowd.
.
A toast, they say,
In a jovial way,
To us, they cry,
May we stay this way.
.
I gulp my drink
And set it down.
Must get away,
before I drown.
.
The sappy hugs,
The forced cheer,
It makes me sick.
What do they fear?
.
I’m hidden now.
In a bedroom.
A few deep breaths,
As panic looms.
.
Time to go home.
I can’t stay here.
These people don’t have
Real Christmas cheer.
.
Plastic faces
And plastic times.
They say happy things
Like quoting lines.
.
The Christmas spirit
Is in very few.
The Christmas spirit…
Is it in you?
.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWdJ1EXf5zo
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Aww… 😦 Too bad it’s like that for so many people. I guess, in a way, it’s better than being alone because there’s no one who wants you around even just for show, though.
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