Strangers in my home

Living with a stranger is something I would hate to do

BUt i am living with a stranger they don't know me like i know me

They have no idea why i do what i do

why i kiss an imaginary friend good night

why i love to talk to myself

and even why i love to write poems

the love i once had for them has vanished into thin air

i used to feel so comfortable around them but now i feel very uncomfortable

its like they are strangers

they are always fighting sometimgs its about me.

life would be so much better if i wasn't living with them