Christmas in a box.

They dance around joyfully,

Hands clamped unto each other's gracefully,

But behind was me, staring sadly.

It was Christmas eve,

a night we give to our loved ones, our gifts,

but there I was behind the curtains, crying, on my knees.

Face soaked with tears,

and I wished I was dead,

at least it would be better than witnessing the pain,

of being an orphan who is always reminded about who she is.

Painfully, it aches because I wanted a gift too,

I wanted to attend Santa's shows too, but

Christmas doesn't bring me boxes of joy, 'cause

I'm a bad omen who is meant to spend her Christmas in this box.

~Ruby