Doppelgänger

He thinks that he is someone else — 

Someone famous, someone wealthy, 
Someone handsome, someone healthy — 
Someone less like...well, himself. He 
Put this other person on 
The way that you or I might don 
Our clothes. He’s worn him for so long 
He thinks that who he was is gone. 
I see him on the bench across 
The platform sometimes, looking lost 
In reverie — a lonely ghost 
Alone with what he wanted most.