Watching everyone's faces for a trace of worry,
Looking over my shoulder to see everything is the same.
Hopefully wishing for a break from these routines.
No one says otherwise. Not a word seems misplaced.
No excuse for me to doubt,
This stranger staring back into my face.
But I do. I know your secret. I know.
You assume my position, and even my accents.
Still, you're a stranger living in my skin.
What do people do -- maybe my elders?
When they cannot recognize the mirror looking back,
When a stranger sleeps in their beds?
I'm searching for my shadow that's been misplaced.
Straining to see some clue to where I've gone.
I'm lost, oh why, when I'm where I've always been...
