Often times, I've found myself in an embrace
With someone who I thought I knew
Or maybe, who I didn't really want to know
Deep down inside
A familiar stranger locked in my arms
So many secrets hidden from my view
Tucked away deep within
There found again by a select few.
What is there to gain from secrets stored inside
lurking in the depths?

I should ask this very question of myself
    before any others
Not long ago, but for far too long
So many secrets kept from loved ones
Causing loss after loss
My own life torn apart
By my attitude, my existence
Who is to blame but myself?
I am the cause

I am that familiar stranger
Hidden even from myself.