I feel I am a stranger in the only land
I have ever known since I was born.
I walk around this lonely town
day in, day out.
I am a stranger here, even most near,
in my own skin. Where do I fit in?
No one seems to know me, or could it be
that I know no one, not even the One
who made me, not even me?
I am searching, even yearning,
to find anything I can,
to show me who I am,
who I should be.
Perhaps I shall find this lonely girl
was never meant to fit in this crazy world,
that instead she was only meant to be a visitor.
I am just a visitor,
even in my own skin.
(c) Rachel Anne Redfield 2010