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