A Stranger

You say we can't be friends,
and now this is the end.
But what silly thoughts,
are these of which you say.
For people quiver and fear,
those few words that loath to hear.
None which you will remember,
none will seem hollow today,
But in the future when one looks back,
the picture will be shallow and cracked.

Living a lie is what we do,
it is who we are and what we've been through.
Our secrets we hide from the ones we hold dear,
but what sorrow, what shame, what would they think if they knew our true name?
We protect ourselves with our strong flip phone spears,
and laugh when we are insulted, hated, and feared.
In bed we ponder these deep sad dark thoughts,
who are we now, what lies in our hearts?
The pounding of a drum beating alone,
as we fall in temptation and in temptation on our own.

When we walk by we'll hold our heads high,
we walk down the path with our hearts filled with pride.
Until that one person you meet is the only one on the street,
and as you walk by you don't bother to say "hi."
As for this reason you really do not know why,
but for once in your life you felt that you might,
as time has past on you knew you were right.
Once they were close but now they have gone,
and as time has past on you learned you were wrong.
But the pride keeps it inside, always wondering why?

But why curse this stranger,
why be angry and vain?
What wrong has this person done to give so much pain?
This is not a stranger at all,
this is a person with whom you had an unjustly fall.
With whom you would rather not see,
whom more you would rather not be.
For this is no stranger walking down the street.
This was an old loved one with whom two hearts had beat.