Living with Strangers

I don’t know the people
I live with anymore.

I feel like an alien in a planet
filled with negativity;
I want to return back to a place
grounded in hope.

Why have you strayed so far
from who you once were?
Why has your moods become
like natural disasters in our home?

I don’t want to live here anymore
with these strangers
that fill my head with
thoughts of my inferiority
and probable defeat.

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