Off the Shelf

Off the Shelf

When I woke up this morning I wasn't myself.
I found what I used to be up on the shelf.

It was crumpled and brown, a naked persona.
I had stripped it away like a pealed banana.

For a moment I thought I should wear it again;
I thought of my loved ones, my family and friends;

But I turned my back to it, and outside I flew,
Seeing the old world as somebody new.

As strange as this was, it was more odd to see
That nobody noticed. They thought I was me.

Did nobody know her -- That girl on the shelf?

I suppose that they didn't, not even myself.