Stranger?

People are strangers. Cry if you cry but you are still human and a stranger in this world according to all the people in it. Look to the moon, it looks familiar and it is less stranger than you are. Sing if you want to but it will not make anything better for you are a stranger in your own home. Your voice will crack up and die and every mountain will stand as familiar to the moon as the sky. Cry out your pain in vain it will do no good.