Foreign

A stranger in a strange country.

To some extent, many people have never live out the particular aspect of teenage angst whereby one feels foregin to everything and everyone.

Bodies changing, hormonal awakening and all that. We’ve been through it…Have we come out of it?

When your mind thinks in a language and your people in another, when your tongue craves tastes that others shy away from, and in your ears echo songs of the world but not of *your* world…

What does that make you?

Foreign in your being, among your peers;

Foreign by birth, among your species;

Where are you a citizen of?

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