Pseudo-Family Gatherings

 

You know you’ve never fit in

It’s something you’ve always known

Something you can’t escape

Smile as you talk talk talk

And they stare

Continuously

As if you have grown a second head

Flesh covered Gargoyle roosting among the “normies”

They shudder when you speak, you know…

Your ignorance crawling over them like bugs in their beds

Merely tolerating the sounds that vomit out of your mouth

Because one of theirs just so happened to have taken you to be his wedded bliss

Tolerant lot

They truly do not see anything intelligent rolling about in that bobbing mass of yours

Not so much as those wonderful scholarly opinions earned upon the high horses of their histories

And yet you dredge through their presence

As if you belong there

When you know you don’t

Never have

With anyone