Foreigner Poem by Tyler Chang

Maybe if I'd just stop, if I'd listen.
Continuously throwing myself out in the open,
leaving myself vulnerable
Seemingly wounded.
A book turned to the next available page unaware of what's to come next, left completely clueless

Maybe if I'd stop being so subtle with myself
Accepting what is presented and what comes to be, instead of trying to prevent it
Pulling my own strings to tie others, not recognizing that I am unraveling before myself

Telling myself it's okay, not understanding if I am right or why?
Having my mind and heart at a constant power struggle, tearing me apart slowly
A split road, to where leads salvation or destruction
Do I continue to wander amongst the land or do I set off at sea?

Pondering over my thoughts, lost within my own being
Is the fall steep or shallow?
Grasping onto hope, not knowing whether I should tighten my grip or ease
A strong impact causes change,
but would I loose myself?

Or would I fall gently, gliding amongst the breeze like faint leaves
Lifeless with a pungent color of distress,
not understanding what happened to me
My heart beats, my eyes blink, I can walk and I can speak, but am I alive? Or am I just breathing?
Left motionless, such a lost being

Seeming a part of who I am is missing
Leaving the other half of myself among a branch before falling
It's crazy, and I still don't get it
Am I searching for the answers,
or have I known them all along?