My Own Stranger Sometimes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I am my own stranger,
Sometimes.
I have no clue what I would do,
Under any circumstance.
My activities on a daily basis,
Are not planned.
I tried that!
And something or someone,
Created a rescheduling.
To excuse with alibis...
Apologies and perhaps lies,
As to why what could have happened...
Could not!
I use to watch myself react.
And heard myself curse!
With eyes bulging.

I am my own stranger,
Sometimes.
I have no clue what I would do,
Under any circumstance.
But today...
I try to be more selective.
Calm and meditative.
It is a practice I repeat...
Whenever I make public appearances.
I keep my mind 'medicated' that way...
To ensure that other side of me remains peaceful!

I am my own stranger,
Sometimes.
That's why I do not invite anyone to upset me!