i am someone new
someone i don't recognize
i love the hair
i love the smile
but i don't know where
the latter came from
i have been reborn
and need to figure out
who i am all over again
when you first meet someone
you say, "how do you do?"
you smile and nod and
try to care about the answer
that you know isn't real
but, that isn't how you
greet yourself, i'm sure
then again, i would not know
i have become a world unexplored
myself an unexperienced traveler
and i don't know where to start
i look into the mirror and, for once,
i like what i see
but who, i wonder
is that,
behind the eyes?
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