Strange Houses-new poetry by myself

When you visit and stay at someone else's house, it is strange. It's as though you see half-truths. How do they act you wonder when you're not around? Of course, you'll never know. Do they clean things for you? Do they forget things knowing you're coming out of nerves? Does it matter? Would you think of them differently had you known what the house is like without you? Short-stays in strange places are quite strange. Are your feelings of oddom just you or something deeper? Lovely ideas, right.