Strangers

[WX6[ck]]

Theres a guy down the street
Theres a gal on the net
it doesnt matter

Is it easier to tell a lie
in real life?
Or harder to open up?

I sat next to a stranger today
Chances are that i'll never see him again
Yet i feel i haven't told him something

They are the other people
The people i can't call strangers
People i lie to
People i call friends, friends?
People who care for me
So i don't tell them anything

Then i come home
Peace
Peace
Peace

Alone
Where i'm happy
When i don't have to tell people who i am

Family
Friends
Strangers

[=Monkey_King=]

Very nice poem, i especialli liked the spacing :)

[den]

This part is great, I can relate immensely.

"Alone
Where i'm happy
When i don't have to tell people who i am