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The Stranger
I stood motionless
Rigid as a corpse
I stared with wonder
Who is this stranger.
Is she really who they think she is?
Or it's just the other side of her?
Does she wear a mask?
Or bare and guileless
Like a new born child?
Why do i find it hard to ponder
What lies behind her?
Who really are you?,i asked.
A deafening silence
Was what she gave me.
Silence i couldn't bear.
I shut my eyes,
I covered my ears.
With a jerk,with a deep sigh
I blocked all the emotion.
With a fluid motion
I ran away from the stranger
Who is me.
we all struggle to identify
we all struggle to identify self at times, we want to live up to a certain standard we can be proud of..but being knowledgeable of that fact puts you one step closer than many, many people, and that's encouraging - you'll find your way. Keep writing, good work