Where The Wild Things Are

When I saw that movie, in the beginning I cried.
Not because I was sad, but because it was too close for comfort.
The family, too similar,
The emotion created by the movie,
I know too well.
That feeling...
what is it...
The feeling of a howl
made by sad, wounded, left behind wolf.
A feigning weakness.
I can't describe it.
The movie embodied my emotions as a whole.
Too well, I felt like my life was laid out for everyone to see.
Max, exactly like my brother.
Claire, exactly like my sister.
The mother reminded me of my mother.
Carol, I thought, was a lot like me.
(except I can take a joke better,
I wouldn't rip off anyones arm,
and I would be more then happy to
let bob and terry in the fortress...)