The Family

The Family They watch you as you watch them On the walls Like television Only you interact With a script in your hand Reading along with them And then your turn comes They turn to you and say your name And you say your line And you feel like a part of something The family says good job Then moves on They don’t ask how your day was Or how you’re feeling They just want you to say your line But you don’t care Because you have no life You think this is what a real family is But you have no clue You just sit there watching walls While saying what you’re told to And you tell me that’s a family If you think that’s a family You know nothing You don’t know a mom Or a dad Or what a conversation is for that matter All you know is just a whole A unit All you know is “The Family”