this stranger

this stranger

there's a stranger inside of me.
this stranger feeds on dark thoughts
and silent nights
this stranger has no friends, you see
doesn't talk much, doesn't say much, doesn't matter much
this stranger tries to escape reality
daily distractions
daily isolation
daily solitude
this stranger inside of me basks in loneliness
struggling to see the light
feel the light
perhaps even knowing that there is a light
this stranger has a lost identity
unable to truly communicate important thoughts
and struggles
not many get to see this stranger
this stranger is hidden
stored away
unable to see daylight.
this stranger has too many insecurities
too unsure of it's own potential
lacks that confidence to live.
there needs to be that distance.

this stranger is a part of me.