In danger of the stranger that is me,
in danger of the stranger 
that I'm made out to be.
It's so typical of 
the undeveloped mind
to misconstrue the things I do.
It's suppose to be just fine,
but it would be rude,
if I turned the tables around on you!
Over the years,
I've built up a wall so I could hide,
from the pain that I hold so deep inside.
I want to knock down the wall,
so I can be free,
but I'm still in danger,
of the stranger,
that is me.