I'm forced to sit at a table with people who don't understand me.
And I know they never will understand me.
And I know they'll never try to because I'm just the weird one forced to come to dinner.
And I know my entire life will involve being forced to be with these people who think I'm weird but pretend to not think it so I don't feel weird.
And it just makes me feel weirder and hate myself a little more.
And I can never escape them because they are family.