The Stranger who is Not Strange
Strange.
A word with no exact definition.
A word with thousands of meanings.
A word with your own interpretation.
A name with pain and hurt.
Even as you walk down the street,
The wind blowing through your hair,
A feeling of lightness, of happy,
Filling your entire being.
But then, there’s that one word,
Floating to you on the breeze,
A whisper, but loud enough to shake you to the core
A name with pain and hurt.
Odd, bizarre, weird, unnatural,
Freakish--
Words like knives, slicing, cutting,
Cutting to the innermost depths of your soul
Ripping, shredding who you are
Disfiguring you into something…
Something missing the essence, the personality,
The You.
Curious, queer, unexpected,
Eerie--
Changing who you are,
Losing all of the joy,
The unique, the special.
Disfiguring you into someone…
Someone you’re not. Ruining the wonderful person
You are.
Strange.
A word that’s wounding,
A word that’s said to hurt.
A word that’s mumbled in anger,
A name filled with jealousy.
While you may not know it,
You still can’t deny it--
While it’s meant to cut you,
It cut’s the other person too.
Jealousy is vicious
Secret, and hidden.
Even the best of us will be hurt
Somewhere, somehow.
It causes darkness inside of us
Taints our very soul.
Consuming our thoughts
Forcing us under it’s control.
You’re not good enough. See her over there?
You just don’t have what it takes,
You’re different, you don’t fit in.
The victim of the green eyed monster
Turns from prey to predator
Pouncing on every opportunity
To make others feel the way you do.
It gives you a source of power,
Seeing others who hurt,
Making you feel stronger
And adding fake self-worth.
Feeling invincible,
Knowing that you’re not alone
In feeling alone
Knowing that others have problems too,
And not recognizing that it’s you
Ripping, tearing, shredding,
Until they’re as disfigured as you.
Round and round this cycle goes,
Never-ending path
Loops around, until
You’re back.
Back to the prey
Of a ruthless predator
Hunting you down
Just to make you hurt.
Snickering in the hallways
Laughing at your mistakes.
But all the while they’re hurting,
You can see it in their eyes.
Strange.
A word with no exact definition.
A word with thousands of meanings.
A word with your interpretation.
A name full of pain and hurt.