A stranger way to be

There’s so many reasons we become who we are today,

but what choices have we made to forget those we once knew and loved so dearly?

I can’t forgive those who choose hate - over and over - again.

They don’t realize that’s what they’re doing.

But what brings someone to overlook in themselves

When they are systematically damaging others

constantly -

and sleep easily that night while they do it.

And every night after.

Do these or do they not feel close to home?

When does everything we know become clouded,

become changed, become something we couldn’t even dream of?

When do we come to a place where we no longer know what to say,

and we become strangers to ourselves?