Living with Strangers.

I used to have this family
One that I thought I knew.
But we've fallen far apart.
The bitter hatred has suddenly become too true.

The seams are no longer sewn
They've become frayed and worn.
We've become so dysfunctional
Any bit of hope I had is now forlorn.

Love is all I wanted.
I would think that's not too much to ask.
But I've become a stranger in this house of mine.
It's like we're all wearing masks.

Who are these people?
Where has my family gone?
I used to feel promise and hope
Now all I am feeling is withdrawn.

What happened to the laughs we would share?
And the smiles that would lighten our days?
The past seems a distant memory from another life.
Happiness has become deluded in this haze.

We've done this all before.
Frankly it's getting rather old.
I refuse to keep trying to patch things up.
When time after time, the same thing unfolds.