A Stranger

Noelle Buehrer, Author

The person stood before me I did not know at all

Her personality was huge, although her body small

She spoke with such an arrogance I could not hear a word

But I didn’t dare say anything lest I her feelings hurt

We said our goodbyes and I couldn’t wait to leave

Little did I know that’s the last of her I’d see

The more I think about it I don’t recall her name

I find this stranger and I are one and the same