i don't feel myself..
i feel like a stranger.. why??

That’s Not Me
I look at the reflection of a stranger.
Somehow alien and familiar.
It would have been funny.
If only it wasn’t true.

The owner of those eyes is me.
The owner of that nose is me.
The owner of that mouth is me.
The owner of those ears is me.

That’s not me!
That’s not me…

All of those are mine.
With the same shape and colour.
But there’s something empty and different.
It’s like the old, real me is inside.
Only covered with more flesh and scars from the past.

That’s not me!
That’s not me…

I see a person so familiar.
But her movement feels so alienated to me.
It’s her, the body’s hers.
But not those movement, not those expressions.

That’s not me!
That’s not me…

I hear a voice so familiar.
But the way it speaks, the words it says, feel so alienated to me.
It’s her, the voice’s hers.
But not those words, not those expressions.

That’s not me!
That’s not me…

What have I become?
Did someone or something claim my body?
Did I lost my soul somewhere during the journey?
Because that’s me..