Every Week

Every week we sit around this table, with our fake smiles, just wishing we could be anywhere, but here around this old wood table. There’s so much I wish I could tell them, but it’s not that easy.  Every morning I am awoken by screams and shouts filled with hatred and anger. The only thing keeping me alive is you. Who knows where I’d be without you. So I try hard to cover up the tears and just have fun, but you can always tell when something is wrong. For you know me best. Everyday I wish and hope that things will get better, but until that day comes I must sit around this old wood table and pretend nothing is wrong.