Sometimes
I feel like a stranger,
like an alien,
in my own body.
I think, “I don’t belong here,”
in this skin
in this brain
in this life.
The tears pour
when they shouldn’t
and won’t surface
when they should.
The mind reels
when I’m tired
and won’t work right
when I’m tested.
The breaths come easy
when I don’t think
and become impossible
when I do.
This body
this mind
these tears
these hands
this voice
this name
this face
these words
these thoughts
this person
This person is a stranger.
She is surrounded by strangers.
She wants to find new strangers
to surround herself with
so she can forget
that she doesn’t belong.