(possible tw for food/eating mentioned aswell as arguments being mentioned, stay safe.)

You're in a restaurant.

A place you hate to be.

Strangers eating in front of strangers.

Conversations far too loud.

Eyes watching your every move.

You and your mother just had an argument.

And you are on the verge of tears.

You feel the stinging in your eyes.

The lump in your throat.

But you have to hold it in.

If you cry, more will notice.

If you cry, your mother will yell.

If you cry, you are weak.

You are weak.

But you can't show it.

Not in this restaurant.

Definitely not in front of your parents.

So you swallow the lump in your throat.

Wipe your eyes.

And you push through this godforsaken dinner.

You have to get through this dinner.

When you do, you can go back to your house.

To the house.

Never home, always house.

When you get through this dinner, then you can sleep.

Sleep and cry.

You'll finally get to cry.

You'll finally be able to be weak.

You'll be able to leave this restaurant.