Who are you
This stranger with
whom I move around
Laughter
Easy on her lips
Pain
Buried deep inside
Negativity
Surfaces like
floating balloons
Vulnerability
The occasional
welcome friend
In being natural
There is no need
To pretend
Who are you
The stranger whom I
call my friend
In reality
There is no room to
pretend
Our choices a rare
blend
A sense of belonging
Substantial
A natural dream
defence
Occasionally
Finding the best
emotional blend
Who are you
My alter ego,
identity idealist
Consciously
Driving ideas radical
Feeding understanding
cynical
Stripping away the
edges
Scratching deep
beyond the surface
Love a concept simple
Self acceptance
A process more
complicated
By Simone Beatrice Naik Hagfeldt, 2014-03-28
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