Thanks

She stared intently at the half eaten pie on her plate. As if it would tell her all the answers she was looking for, as if it wasn't just a combination of synthetic food baked in masses and bought in a supermarket where it was displayed right next to hundreds of identical perfect little pies. She thought of the people sitting around her. All loving and warm. But she couldn't talk to any of them. Not really. Not if what she had to say wasn't what they wanted to hear. And she knew that what was on her mind was nothing like the select few things allowed in the perfect and somewhat unreal space inhabited by all of them. She was silent. In the back of her mind she knew she was being unfair, after all there was no denying how much gratitude she felt despite it all.