My soul is stranger

My soul is stranger to those familiar faces

They demand to be my same kind,

Are they pretty at pretending?

Or is it a fashionable custom?

And I’m trapped in vanity box

but scattered in pieces

And the truth, nobody can build me whole.

The constant feel to be a stranger

An enigmatic existence!

Unexplainable doubts chew my brain cautiously.

Their alien sigh whispers in midnight

that I don’t belong here,

I’m lost stranger, unable to process their language.

Just like that trapped word inside an unfolded page,

The intelligent writer who created me

somehow forgot to put me in right book.