Cowering in fear is what you do best

Be bold i say, be you

You'll just laugh and shut me out

Eventually dinner will resume: hidden undertones of hatred and angst, served with slices of meat

Between bites and chews we play the game of children- the pretend game

You were always the best player; making sure nothing ever hurt

You'd always cut the cake with your distant glares-

you never wanted to be here

But that doesn't matter, we're playing the game, it's what you do best

Pretty soon we'd be done and you'll smile and ask "Are you done?"

I'll always reply with a cheerful "yeah", and we'd depart from the table,

into our different dens,

Clearly drawing our batttlelines

What a fun dinner