I am the strange man.
The man that is a boy.
The boy that is a man.
I play words as a decoy, I refuse to write and wrong
with the same hands.
So I try to write as well as I can.
I play myself, my attitude is my toy.
My confliction is my joy.
I am the strange child.
The child that is a parent.
The parent that is a child.
My words are ecxtacy to the minds of understanding.
I supply the mentality that my peers parents are
My spirit is commanding my mind to reflect me through every stanza.
I am the strange citizen.
The citizen that is a foreigner.
The foreigner that is a citizen.
The lonewolf in the pack, that seems distant
as an outcast,
but still close enough to snap--back at the pack
for the togetherness we lack,
trying to make way for unity when I'm barely intact.
I am the strange Christian.
The Christian that is an agnostic.
The agnostic that is a Christian.
I highly doubt my society's perception of divinity; but I still place my faith in Christ's holy trinity.
I guess I am a strong believer, the deepest thinking underachiever.
I am both and neither.
I am the stranger...