A Loving Family Poem by amber roser

My back aches
from all the congratulatory pats.
Bestowed by those who wouldn't have
acknowledged me in the street before,
and who've shared so many conversations
about me behind closed doors.
Well done.

See I'm better.
As easy as you all said it would be
and now i can bask in this conditional love.
How happy you all must be.
I'm so glad it could all be resolved
at such little cost to yourselves
and only a small, soul shattering cost to me.

Now you can sleep again.
I mean figuratively, since you never really lost any,
but saying it to one another really showed that you cared.
Now I'm gonna leave
so you can all pat yourselves on the back
and congratulate each other on a job well done.

With my back turned
you can't see the expression on my face.
Unsurprised at the irony
that only the script has really changed,
but still you're too blinded by yourselves
to see that the actor is simply playing a part.

With my back turned
you can't see the expression in my eyes;
Mocking your mock concern
and feigning your feigned love.
Its easier like this, with my back turned
because the knowing behind my look
might actually keep you awake after all.

Don't you hate how i know
that it does.