The Script

You are not allowed
you know
to acknowledge the truth
It is a far worse crime
to point out the truth
than to shatter the illusion

For in this house of secrets
only the strong
are allowed to make the rules
And the weak
must learn their place
and above all, to keep silent

We are very good at pretending
In this place we call home
Those pictures on the walls
are illusion only
Those happy smiling faces
not what they appear to be
Reality, you see
has no voice in this place of chaos

We grow old
And yet we still cling
to those illusions
The truth hidden
under years
of complacency
The stories narratives
have been altered
to make way for myths
And at the family gatherings
It is still the myths
that we reminisce about.

Conformity is a must
and to form another opinion a sin
So, we joke, we laugh at things
That should fill us with shame
We ignore all
that we do not wish to see or hear
Silencing all of those who try
to go against the well-established script