Will others see me like you did?
Will this be the price of fame?
I do not like who I see now –
Will all of me remain the same?

I fear it isn’t so, never was;
And I do not think it will be –
Even you lied, eventually,
Taking away the best of me.

I wish I had power to be
A man with complete security;
No one to depend on or love:
A replete identity.

Yet, if you lied about your love,
Then your thoughts on me are false, too;
Ergo, I am not incomplete,
Despite the part I gave to you.