I feel so
Strangely estranged
From this whole strange world
I feel so strangely estranged
From the people
who knows me
And yet does not know me
And whom I’ll never know
Yet strangely
They’re not strangers
And in a strange way
I’m no stranger to them
And even though
I am no stranger
To me
I have no idea who I am
I am a stranger in my life
In my home
In my mind
I am a stranger
To the thoughts that I sometimes think
And to the stories that I sometimes write
I am a stranger
To this strange poem
And I am a stranger
To the one staring back from the reflection
And in a strange way
I feel strangely estranged
To the whole concept
Of known
Or strange