The biggest stranger occupies this husk of a human
They want me to know somebody, but I don’t even know myself
They want me to love somebody, but I can’t even love myself
It’s masochistic but it feels terrific, the pain helps get to know
The blade to my lifeless skin has a better, more meaningful connection than the one with me and my mind
It tells me I’m happy, it tells me I’m ill, it sends shock through my body and yet I do not feel
Scars appear with no pain, my attraction to things I shouldn’t, the people that I know the same but yet if I saw myself, I couldn’t put the face to the name
I want to get to know me, but knowing where to start is the problem.
I want to speak, but my feelings rob them, I want to express my ideas but my peers mock them. Hopefully one day I’ll get to know the one inside my soul, in the place I call home