You sit there, smiling, talking to each other,
I sit there, quiet, eating
and once in a while
responding to your questions all really polite.

You ask if I want to join in on family dinners
or baptism of the newborn,
I just answer; "I will think about it",
but all I want to say is; "I am not in this family".

I was a stranger saying hello every fortnight
for two days which I spent hiding upstairs
reading books
while you were a family
around the prime time TV - downstairs.

I travelled many roads in your warm car,
sitting between strangers,
sleeping on floors with dogs
while you all slept in comfy beds.

Now, you expect us all to be a happy family
with family photos, family memories
and family reunions,
but how could that be true;
when I don't even belong,
when I am not in your family?