Destiny

There is a stranger in me. A stranger that just walked in, Without knocking or asking, right into my body. He's made himself comfortable on the couch I sit on, crossed his legs and put his feet on my footstool, as if he had arrived home. And he orders me around, like I had been his slave for years. He invites his friends people completely unknown to me Right into the house of my mind; To have a party. They don't introduce themselves to me They ignore me and treat me as their slave, in my own house. I tried chasing them away with sticks, But the laughed at me. I tried with iron rods and they mocked me. I tried with spiked clubs and they spit on me. I tried with swords and they invited more friends, And chased me away. Now they occupy every room in my house, Leaving me homeless in my own body.