Unknown

When your house stares right back at you
For it knows that you're a stranger too.
No comfort in your bed, no comfort behind these walls.
The couch, the tub, the kitchen, no comfort there at all.
Your own skin is the stranger though it holds you together the best it can,
Still you unravel stitch by stitch and fall apart stand by strand.
You can not find comfort in the unknown, and not knowing what's false or true,
You can not find peace or stability when the unknown takes over you.

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