Well-Known Stranger

I look in the mirror,
And who do I see?
I’m not quite sure,
But I know it’s not me.

Its some strange unknown face,
Staring right in my eye,
With an unknown identity,
And laws of physics defy.

Because if I look in a mirror,
Should I not see?
My own well-known face,
Staring back at me.

Yet it’s someone new,
Or maybe its not,
Maybe I’m new,
Or the olds just forgot..

It’s the same hair colour,
The same skin tone,
The same multi-shade eyes,
And the same structure bone.

Yet the person in side,
Deep in the soul,
Doesn’t seem the same,
As I was once told.

But I don’t feel any different,
Yet I don’t feel the same,
I guess what I’m feeling,
Is just lots of change.

So as I look in the mirror,
At the person I see,
I’ll have to try and accept,
That this is the new me.