Polite Strangers

We're polite strangers.
That is my family.
We are uncaring.
We are unloving.
We are all just waiting
until we get to leave
then we don't have to pretend
to be the happy little family.
We stay away form each other
as much as humanly possible.
The mom goes to her job
The middle one goes to her boyfriends
The oldest gets high
so she doesn't have to think
And I, the youngest one,
am locked in my room
in my books and my music
trying to forget
where I am,
who I am,
and who I pretend to be.
We used to be a family.
But then HE came
and everything fell apart
We barely talk to each other
It will never be
the way it was before.
When we loved each other
and knew each other.
When I could understand
and talk about anything.
When I knew they cared
and didn't have to second guess.
I want him to leave
and never come back.
I want to BE the happy family,
not just pretend to be.
I want to be more then polite strangers.