Thanksgiving

Piles of food and holiday cheer

Send me running to my room with fear

Raised voices and children shouting

Chaos and alcohol flowing freely

Sometimes I’m ashamed to be me

Feels like a pitchfork stabbed into my brain

Waiting for the silence, the noise to be over

Retreat into myself and searching wildly for cover

Know this is meant to be a time of giving thanks

But fills me with anxiety and the desire to vanish

One thought on “Thanksgiving

  1. Wow, you totally summed up my feelings about holiday parties! They make me want to retreat to my couch with my little Mollie puppy and my Sunshine and binge watch Netflix or read or crochet or something. Hope you made it through the holiday intact!

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