Stranger in My Own Home – Written Sunday 12th November 1995 (Aged 20)

Stranger in My Own Home

everytime i pick up the phone
i wonder, even though i am not far
whether i am alone
i feel a stranger now
even in the place that i thought was home
my friends are keeping me here
they are what i need
i have to believe in everything they do and say
it has just got to be them
every single day
especially those i am living now
especially since i became a stranger in my own home
i start to wonder if some people are clones
they only ever think the same
i am trying to break the mould
a different mould, i wish to be cast
if you try to be something you are not supposed to be
then you do not last
this stranger is finding out fast
this urban littered scape is my romantic charm
this is where i can roam
all i can do now is live to my best
now i am a stranger in my own home




More poems at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/




James Garratt – Sunday 12th November 1995

I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.

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