you grow to be this stranger
your reflection is no longer you
it's what others say that is you
your reflection is nothing but judgments
you become this walking opinion
filled with emptiness
your a balloon and all you want to do is explode out of your body
run away from not only this nonsensical earth but you wanna run away from yourself
your thoughts haunt your head
and you become comfortable with these feelings that it almost becomes frightening , you live your life a controlled zombie and no one understands and no one will ever understand
you don't even understand
you are a stranger to yourself