Talking to strangers

I've been talking to strangers, lately
but that's nothing strange, really -
for i've been doing that formerly
whenever i need company, strangely...

For it has always been easier to laugh merrily,
when i talk to strangers, really -
they don't ask prying questions, no, not really,
and are happy with what you care to tell them, actually...

Strangers can make life less complicated, really,
by being able to act and talk superficially, not deeply -
by being good listeners to our grievances, so naturally,
that one lets off more from the heavy chest, so, so easily...

So whenever i have something to straighten out,
i'll be sharing them with strangers, so unreservedly -
whenever i am troubled and need assurance and comforting,
i'll be seen talking to strangers, laughing so light-heartedly -
and this seems to occur more and more repeatedly:
this need to talk to neutral strangers, more so lately...

'coz strangers speak straight from the heart, so sincerely -
and i need not put on a show or up an act - no, not really...