Strangers: A Poem
Nobody knows me better than I
and I'm still discovering who I am
no matter how hard anyone may try
it's just like extracting fruit from a jam.
People are strangers more than they know
disclosing only as much as they choose
so it's all nothing but some big show
upsetting us or meant to amuse.
Actors being audience at the same time
trying in vain to meet each other half way
all of our confessions are not worth a dime
for we stay enigmas no matter what we say.
Language we use doesn't make us any closer
though there are things we collectively cherish
but to read others' minds, that we can't---no sir
fortunately for us, as that would make us perish.
So here I am a stranger to me
and a stranger to you just as well
it is the only our truth that I can see
like all others perhaps reluctant to tell.