Face of the Impostor (JCH -- 5/89)
I have changed my name.
I have changed my face and grown my hair.
I am no longer the man I was then
Because no one loves you
When you’re down on your luck.
Images of a man’s life I lived once before
Run rampant in my mind.
They all mean something to me
But what?
People call a name they think I should
know
Yet all I can do is look and wonder:
Who am I? And why does this keep happening
to me?
Who is this I call me?
Whose face is this?
I stare into the dark mirror,
into the eyes of a stranger,
the face of the impostor.
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