hail to the grinch

solitary vision, charcoal on paper by Anita murphy

Its the time of the year again.
Which usually I sulk and suck at it, feeling like an in-bound outsider.

Families.
What are they for, lest to make you feel complete?
Its always because of one person that the jigsaw puzzle remains incomplete.

But its not me.

Surprise, surprise.
A secret I can't never tell

While to the rest of the planet, I'm just the grinch.