The Stranger Ii Poem by A Solitary Vagabound

I feel the Stranger is chasing me down,
and there is a fear growing inside me,
The fear that I am the fake and he is the real one,
The fear that my life is not real but a farce,
And i fear that I might end up like a falling tower of cards,
I wish to fly out like a free bird, but I end up falling down the spiral,
But I always end up fighting for my survival,
There is a growing revolt inside me against the Stranger,
This is a battle of happiness and anger,
Don't yet know what the outcome will be,
But I am sure, whatever happens it won’t be that easy...
So just pray for me my friends,
who knows I might end up dead before we meet again...