I dislike strangers
Sheltered from the truth
I cannot relate to someone who has never traded places
I feel like dying inside
Do you

If I have stranger things
In my attic
Don't ask me tell you why
Instead you shall dwell
On the road to hell
You belong to

Don't break my wall
If you can't take a brick
To your foot, as you crawl
Over the fences
That surround you

If you cannot tell me poetry
Makes you feel naked
Then, don't judge me
Instead, take my place
I don't deserve it