Stranger Still

Stranger still

All that you know

Beneath the surface

Is stranger still 

You think that you know

Your Stepford smiling neighbor

Just check their closet

And you'll find they are

Stranger still

You think that you know

All of your friends from school

Just check their browsing history

And you'll find they are

Stranger still

You think that you know

All there is about me

Just check my bookcase

And you'll find I am

Stranger still

And you think that you know

Everything about yourself

Just take a chance and cut loose

And you'll find that you are

Still a stranger to yourself

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Nice! Being strange is so subjective and depends on each person's point of view. SO there is quite some room for parallax, a truth that is stranger still. A poem much enjoyed. A look of silent acknowledgment is sometimes our only clue. :-))

[Ruth]

Woahhh, eerie! LOVE this! Brilliant poem! There really is no bunds in knowing the self, I love the reference to the Stepford neighbour LOL Perfect poem! Thought provoking!
xx

[Daniel Contreras IV]

Yes, yes, yes. Everybody has a stash of pornography that they hide :)