i will not flip, or freak, or panic
though my brain is full of static
i'm really not being dramatic
this whole evening's quite traumatic
i really did not want to see him
nor his wife, nor his children
tried to sit there with a grin
on this happy occasion
i can't look at his daughter's eyes.
they scare me, much to my surprise
there's something in them i recognise
reminding me of my silent cries
and i can't look. i can't see them.
so i left.
and i didn't go back.