Stranger
There is a stranger in my skin
I don't quite know her
but, she's trying to let me
get to know who she is.
Sometimes, I feel her, very close
if only to reach out my hand
I could feel her, know her.
Other days, she is hidden, lost
in the shadow of the monsters
who reside with her.
Some days, I am afraid they'll get her,
and never again shall I know her.
One day the shadow will cover her
eclipse her starlight,
and no longer will she find her way.
Some days, she steals my eye in the mirror
For just a moment,
I see her, before, those eyes
turn back into that of the monsters.
Some days, I feel her gentle touch.
A leaf touching down in an empty forest
with only me to see.
I wish I could be her some days,
she's the one they look up to,
the one the believe in,
she's the strong one.
Slowly, she slips through.
My hand that was so close to holding hers.
That empty space between my fingers,
mocks me, will it ever be filled?
The stranger, she smiles sadly,
but still she smiled...
she tries to keep the monsters held down.
They are growing to big,
casting their shadows,
will we ever again, escape our mind?
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