Have you ever thought,
What's so different
Between strangers
And you?
Have you ever thought,
What's so different
Between strangers
And your loved ones?
Have you ever thought,
How many things you know
About yourself
Family, and friends?
How are they different?
Do you understand yourself,
Do you understand them,
Or simply know some things...
Sometimes I wonder,
What's so different
Between strangers
And anyone else
I understand, no, it's a lie
Myself, my friends, my family
They are strangers in a way
Aren't they?
Isn't it a stranger thing
When you always discover new things
When you still hide a lot of things
After knowing each other for a long time?
Isn't it a stranger thing
When you assume things
Instead of talking it out
Just to be clear?
Isn't it a stranger thing
To keep your mask on
To talk behind them
Instead of confronting them?
Do we really know each other?
Are we just strangers
We spend time together, casually
Because we crossed paths?
I don't understand
I thought we're friends
I thought we're family
Before I learn the truth
You never tell me
You never ask me
You talk behind me
As if I'm just a stranger...
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Deep in Thoughts
PoetryMy dood- poems and random thoughts about everything. Sometimes it's based on my own story, sometimes based on someone else's story. I write in English, but I'm not a native speaker. Feel free to correct my grammar. Thanks in advance.
