Mom and my two little brothers are playing cards

Dad is up to whatever

My sister is tending to her child

And I’m still crying about what happened earlier

My feelings are trapped inside, but at least they’re safe

My parents blurt out theirs in their bedroom

Sister’s on Whatsapp again

The TV causes chaos in the lounging room

No day is exactly like the other

These people will sit together and share food and laughter on some days

We’ve got love and care for one another

But it’s expressionless some days

There is no perfect love

This is ours