Stranger

The things I used to fear are the things I’ve become
I’ve molded myself into what I had despised
I’m a stranger staring into my own eyes
Not recognizing what I see
No longer familiar with this scene
I fight to find similarities

The fire still burns but the fire burning now
Is deadlier than the innocent one I used to harbor
The passion now replaced with rage,
Hatred and lust and endless pages
Of half-hearted stories of whole-hearted heartbreak
And life-shattering mistakes

I fight to find similarities
In the eyes of the all-new me
A tiny hint of what I used to be
I keep on failing and it’s killing me

I dislike this stranger I’ve become
This estranged person on the run.

© Copyright 7ala Abdullah

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11 thoughts on “Stranger

  1. If you don’t like the ‘new you’ who’s to say you can’t go back to being the person you used to see in the mirror?
    This poem is beautiful, it flows easily and feels raw with your emotions and sorrows.
    However, I can’t help but feel heartbroken while I peer into your introspection..
    You are still the kind, passionate writer everyone knows you to be…perhaps just buried under the layers of your aching.
    You are the only person who can mold yourself, don’t let events or sadness affect who you will become.

    • You know, going back to the person I used to be sounds like an easy thing to do, but in reality it’s proven to be the hardest. Sometimes there are things you can’t control; one of them is who you are.
      Thanks for leaving this beautiful comment.
      I appreciate it. You’re very kind <3

  2. I’ve molded myself into what I had despised
    I’m a stranger staring into my own eyes
    ——————–
    I fight to find similarities
    In the eyes of the all-new me
    A tiny hint of what I used to be
    I keep on failing and it’s killing me
    ——————–
    I L O V E your choice of words I don’t know what more can I say. whether you write it from experience or not it’s totally relatable

  3. Ya5i, ma3arf aysh agoul. This made me ache a little from the inside…sometimes we just go along with the flow…that gradually we forget who we really are…and what we stand for…as time passes we get lost. I wouldn’t be surprised if I woke up one day…looked in the mirror and stared at a mere stranger. Even though I like the new me more than the old one…I just think she’s taking it a little too far.

    Beautiful and thought provoking as always Fair 7allo of Riyadh. As Mannukins said…your choice of words…ah..they bring the shiver up my spine.

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