They were smiled, while gently pushing me under the heavy wheels of their expectations.
The tires crushed, the weight pressed, and their velg frustated.
They called it togetherness. A lesson wrapped in bruises, a gift delivered by betrayal.
"it's for your own good"
As my ribs cracked under their kindness.
They dressed me in blame, they fed me with guilt. And left me bleeding on the pavement they designed.
Funny,
It is the mask of care, and it is how the monsters hiding in the word of "Togetherness"