One thousand faces in only a year
The one I wear now is the face of fear
Photographs and mirrors are empty to me
A stranger’s eyes are all that I meet
Newspaper clippings are memories I keep
Their faded pictures come to me
As I lay in bed asleep
The blurred ink of the past
Familiar in a dream
Visions of a time in life
I only hoped would last
Familiar feelings disappear
As I awaken from this dream
Now greeted at the mirror
By faces I have never seen
Those I’ve met since my change in identity
Have only gotten to know
A hollow personality
Struggling to recall
What my friends once saw in me
The pieces to replace those
That don’t fit properly