Strangers

I like strangers, I really do..

they know not my fears or my waterloo..

I can be who I like with them, a painter, a baker even from the parliament

I can be happy and victorious.. my defeats are my secrets alone..

Some scars fade with time, some never really go away..

but with strangers all scars of all kinds are never really there..

they don't pull you down when youre trying to recover, nor do they offer a helping hand when none is required.. 

They take you for who you say you are and what you do..

Its believed that sharing helps reduce pain.. I feel differently.. I feel sharing never lets you forget the pain.. 

that's why I like strangers.. I really do

they know not my fears or my waterloo.