Strangers

They think they get it but they don't 

I'm a stranger in my own home 

I stamp around

And yet do not make a sound 

Do not disturb those blank faces on their phones 

 

They don't know what I think and that's perfectly fine  

It's all okay as long as I hide

My feelings behind 

My bedroom door closed tight

All to hide the fact that I'm dying inside 

 

We like different things and that's okay 

But not when it means we can't communicate 

Our language is not the same

And I am to blame 

Because you speak in love but I speak in hate 

 

When we pass we speak a few words in a light-hearted tone

But only that

Because we are strangers in our own home