Stranger


My reflection shows me I'm ever changing.
People talk about finding themselves,
But I haven't
Everything I am keeps shifting and twisting
Until a vision of what I was is what keeps me intact
Sometimes my life feels like an act
A front, until I reacquaint myself with who I'm becoming.
I'm always running, to places I've never been,
On a whim.
Some say I'm crazy
But have they ever felt the sun on their skin?
Or what it's like to be loved by him?
Not for a second do I regret the incidents that made me,
All my life they've shaped me into all I am and all I will be
So, it seems that I will always be a stranger to myself.

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