There are too many facades in my family to count, and I don't know where to begin,
for it is too much to swallow the salt and turn it to dust.
It's too much to crack hearts and glue them back together,
and it's too much to smile through yellow teeth when your soul is pure.
It's too much to handle the atrocity of ants that want more and more sugar because I cannot afford it,
and even if I could,
my family would want more and more and more.
