anew Soma I was a ghost before Phantom of my opera Little candelabra In my shaky hands Searching room to room Watching a death at my hands Like many monsters I had no reflection That was my insistent deception A ruse played since birth — That I wasn’t real, That I was all without worth Reality shifts, vague voices say “You changed so much, in different ways” Everyone changes — this is true. But speaking true, it’s more about becoming The real you, rather than Someone new I see a reflection now, Though the glass is foggy and my head is Oh so groggy The light is clear, shinning through With that brilliant light I will become Anew 240203 what's it to you? who go blather from