My Own Stranger

My Own Stranger

By Allie Marie
I’ve become a stranger,

although my heart is screaming at me.

It is not what they call danger.

They say sometimes you have to flee.

If this is the way,

I don’t want it.

To survive,

I shouldn’t have to.

I want to know who started this?

This hell haunted cycle.

I know this role isn’t mine to play.

It isn’t me.

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