I find it easier to talk to a stranger
than anyone I know,
they know nothing about me
and can’t judge me so.
I can pretend I am happy,
and my life is on course,
they have no idea of
my despair and its source.
While I am in their company
it allows me to forget
until they bid me farewell
and then I fill with regret.
For then I know I must return
to my inner battles and their reality
and then try and find
some way to declare an amnesty.

I do that too. I too, find it easier to talk to strangers than to someone I know. Beautiful poem!
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