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THE STRANGER IN THE ROOM
Here i am in the middle of the room
 
 Lonely and alone, i'm filled with a sense of doom
 
 Everything seems oh - so - foreign
 
 It's so confusing being in strange terrain
 
 The people look at me,pointing and whispering
 
 To me it sounds like they are telling me to stop interfering
 
 I know no one so i stand there in silence
 
 Waiting for some kind of permission or license
 
 I look up and see a lady smiling in my direction
 
 I almost smile back but i notice she's looking behind me.....classic rejection
 
 It's like i'm nothing to everyone here
 
 They just keep staring me down,it's like they can smell my fear
 
 I'm terrified and horrified, i think i shouldn't have come
 
 My heart is pounding so hard against my ear drums
 
 I just want to hide somewhere and never show my face
 
 But with all the stares,it's quite impossible in this case
 
 I look at the time,i've only been here five minutes
 
 I wonder if this is really happening or am i losing my digits?
 
 I think i have to get out before the ground swallows me
 
 But that's not so bad because at last from these stares i'd be free
 
 I try to remember the last time i've felt like this
 
 The answer is never,i've always lived in bliss
 
 I have always been loved or liked,everyone has my time
 
 Now, to this particular line,i have nothing that rhymes
 
 Bottom line,i have never been treated this way
 
 Everyone is ignoring me like i've got nothing good to say
 
 It feels really strange to be the stranger in this large hall
 
 If they stare any harder,i'm sure i will fall
 
 Finally,i find a corner where there us no one
 
 Maybe on my own,i could still catch some fun.

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