A new name,
A new face,
A new life,
A new place.

Conversion from weak to strong,
From bashful to brave,
From damaged to whole,
To master from slave.

I can alter my hair color,
Pop in colored contacts;
Look for every method
Of physical change to enact.

Underneath I will be the same,
Underneath I will not change,
So I wonder whether it's worth it,
This extreme, sudden exchange.

To change my image is
Not to change my soul;
But I wish that it would
Banish the cold.