Stranger
The stranger came into my home again.
He seems to never come in announced.
The stranger likes to whisper bad deeds in my ear.
He seems to not care about how I feel.
The stranger pays no mind to his volume.
He seems to be louder when I yell at him.
The stranger feels ignored.
He seems to talk faster the more I try to.
The stranger had a conversation with me.
He seems to want what’s best for me.
The stranger told me he felt noticed.
He seems to not want to fight.
The stranger now sits with me.
He seems to be getting smaller.
The stranger doesn’t seem so bad.
He seems to just needed to be understood.
The stranger is now my friend.
He seems to have just wanted harmony.
The stranger started to look familiar.
He seems to resemble me.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so scared of the stranger.