Strangers
I got up. Thinking, what am I doing. Life must not always be this way. I'm being heedless, or I'm being bratty of the mild down lows I've been getting. As young fella being thrown in the sea of reality, I did what every freshie do blame it to anybody, anyone and anything but me. Then a moment came, I realize my pathetic self, no need a mirror to point myself because my thought created a good picture of myself, the culprit of where I'am now.
You ought to see what is right,
But Society floods you with falseness
Normal state you grew accustomed
The fear of not belonging changed you
Emitting a stranger on your reflection
You sleep, thinking of the what if’s,
The thought gave you chills
Open, free, unjudged and unhurt
You who’s a mediocre to society
But stranger to your own portrait
Addressing in full intent,
"Oh how a stranger, you are now"
