A Stranger


There's a stranger deep inside of me
And he only comes out when no one can see
He makes me laugh and he makes me cry
He makes me do things and I really don't know why

He makes me think of things I can't say
And if I wrote them down they'd lock me away
There's no room for the both of us inside my head
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead

He keeps pulling me back when I try to escape
And laughs at me because he knows my fate
So I play the game and I try to agree
Hoping one day I'll make it through this insanity

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