A Stranger To Myself

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    A Stranger To Myself

    A Stranger To Myself

    Someone else’s nightmares
    push away my dreams,
    Losing my direction,
    as they fall apart and die.
    Startled by the angst reflection
    captured by a mirror,
    I look for a familiar face,
    one I’ve known for years.

    Blind to life’s true meaning,
    deaf to my own pleas,
    Trapped inside my body
    made of other people’s lies.
    How could this be happening,
    my mind belongs to me,
    Controlled by someone else,
    I’m a stranger to myself.


    Brainwashed.

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    Sharron commented on A Stranger To Myself

    03-10-2009

    I enjoy all of your work, but this one is brilliant.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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