OctPoWriMo 2 - Changeling

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Changeling

What if I was someone else
And I didn’t know?
The child of gremlins, fairies, elves,
Switched so long ago.

And, if I never learned the truth,
Would it amount to naught?
A human copy so exact:
A flawless counterfeit.

So, who am I? And what am I?
And what does ‘human’ mean?
Am I a bag of meat and bones,
A flesh and blood machine?

Or am I made of stars and dust,
A spirit wrapped in skin?
An immortal soul who has
Only just begun?

Does it matter what I am
Or where my genesis?
Who I am is who I am
The rest irrelevant.