Friends Doing Lunch
How does it not feel, like a lie?
Pretending, laughing but angry inside.
Looking intently but not really care,
Ask “how are you doing?”
But for reasons unclear.
Longing to feel like you just fit in,
When words of uniqueness are said,
You do pretend.
Listening for the moment to jump right on in,
Never a word heard from your talkative friend.
Expressions meaningless,
Not really true.
What is this hidden world that you all do?
Some so filled with anxiety, other with fear,
Then there are ones who demand the whole affair.
Was that a smile, a wink, a sigh?
Not sure what was just said,
I’m stuck on the lie.
Say one thing but mean another,
Stand with your pitch forks to conform another.
Chaos, confusion they consume my mind.
Just having lunch, we’re having a good time.
Back and forth my mind does get mixed,
Raging at the words you just spoke to me,
Somehow I mistook, literally.
Say what you mean,
Stop messing with me!
I have learned my lesson,
Don’t say a word.
Sit back and smile,
Just as you should.
