Things, Even Though They Appear to Change, Sometimes Don't

I come home for

Christmas,

and of course

everyone's a little

older,

more tired,

more busy.

Even I fall in

those categories.

But things don't CHANGE.

they don't.

Because we're still in the same

shit as always.

Still thinking that it'll get better,

we always do, but it doesn't.

We're the outcasts,

and it's known to everyone,

but the younger ones.

It's known to everyone

who helped us.

It's known to us.

To our mothers.

But we wish YOU knew

what it was like.

We wish that you could have

been there for us.

We wish that you could

feel what we have.

But you won't.

EVER.

For him, it's painful.

For me, it's painful.

For very different reasons,

but for the same.

Merry Christmas.