Strange Bedfellows

For the prompt Strange Bedfellows at Sunday Scribblings:

Stuck in the middle,
Between the Me I used to be,
And the Me I want to be,
Is the Me I am now.
And like perfect strangers –
Waking up in the same bed
After a liquor doused night
and debauchery to forget,
They can’t relate
To just how different
They really are.