It’s always so awkward to come home,
To return where everyone knows you.
You don’t want to be standoffish,
But you cringe being in the spotlight.
Everyone wants to be too nosy;
Everyone wants to know how you’re doing,
Being judged by income and relationship status,
And I tend to get thrown certain categories:
Overachiever, all about her career,
Relationships take a back seat
Having children possessing no seat,
And it gets concluded
I’ll be the one in the family
Destined to be an old maid,
But it just shows
that all the things they claimed
They knew about me…
They just proved they absolutely
Have no clue.