Stranger

I wondered why it was easier
To open up to a complete stranger
Or a new friend, a foreign person
who does not share your history

Than to you closest friends

And now I know

Because it doesn't change anything
You can tell them and your life
will remain the same
You just get a load
off of your chest

But if you tell your closest ones
you have to deal with the implications
every day they will be watching you
for change, which you may not make

You can become a drag on a stranger
If you carry it on too long

Or the stranger then becomes
Your new best friend, 
 In which case you will always need
a new stranger

A stranger is not a wanderer, who may come today and leave tomorrow. He comes today—and stays. But he has not always belonged to it, and so he carries into it qualities that do not, could not, belong there.

Since he is not rooted in the particularities and biases of the community, he stands apart from it, in an attitude of objectivity.

And the objectivity of the stranger leads to another phenomenon: he is offered revelations, confessions otherwise carefully hidden from any more organically embedded persons.
Objectivity, remember, is not non-engagement; it is rather a positive and specific kind of engagement.
Objectivity is also a kind of freedom. The objective person is not constrained by predispositions that would prejudice his perception, his understanding, or his judgment.
- Georg Simmel, The Stranger