Misery

A door opens, people speak,
Shaking hands and telling lies:
"Yes, I'm good, I've missed you."
Is Tossed Around.
Eyes dart about skeptically,
From youngsters-not yet understanding,
The teens sarcasm=
Their part in this play,
Same act, same script, different day.

White teeth smile, tears fall, a heart breaks,
All in the process of keeping and honoring
The Family Name.
This formal 'conversation over "tea"'
Is just the mask hiding the evil,
That lies, behind the eyes,
Shooting daggers at the person across the room.

My heart is starting to burst-
So I go to fume to someone I trust,
Only to be exposed and dragged into this,
Mockery of sugar-coated lies and fake smiles.