| I look in the mirror. Who am I now? |
| In the reflection I see
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| a curly headed blond. |
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| Out into the world I go
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| feeling the wig
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| around my head |
| wondering who notices; |
| feigning confidence,
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| trying to forget. |
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| I look in the mirror. Who am I now?
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| In the reflection I see |
| a thin-haired old woman.
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| Into my world of pain I hide |
| aware of the hair loss,
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| telling others it's like |
| a baby's fine hair; |
| trying to deny the real thoughts,
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| the old woman thoughts. |
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| I look in the mirror. Who am I now? |
| In the reflection I see
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| a cover-up.
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| Feeling my head getting cold
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| in the comfort of my home |
| I add a scarf
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| which offers warmth,
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| which hides reality. |
| A scarf. And yet,
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| another symbol. |
