The Noble House of Trulla

I called these people my family
Them not knowing what that meant to me
Them not knowing me at all
Still I chose them for my own reasons
Within a month I knew them all, good and bad
Every lie they'd tell. Secrets they'd hold dear.
I knew Daddy was a cheater and Mom got with him for his money
Brother and Sister lusted for each other behind closed doors
Uncle B can't keep a marriage together, losing two in the last two years
and my little brotheer's lost his faith in love since his wife went and offed herself
He's traded his heart for harlots.
Now I sit here in our home
Drawing the drapes to let in the light every morn
Proudly lining the walls, side by side, are old photos of smiles and disownment certificates
Three seats were filled at last Sunday dinner
I've memorized the voicemails of many
The floor is riddled with broken bottles and broken friendships
That was the fate of the Noble House of Trulla
My friends.
My family.

I love you guys.