Different Faces

Looked in the mirror once, asked myself

Who are you really? Are you even my reflection?

Your eyes just smile, never showing blue

Got a billion different cells, not a single piece of you

What is your name? Do you even have a name?

Left every room, door closed, with a different face

Let the world define your body like you're made of clay

Let the people paint your colours, and if they don't like you, erase

You. You don't know you.

So how can you expect anyone else to?

An enigma of question marks, a map that changes

Every second, every moment someone wants you to change

If the others didn't care, would you stay the same?

Would you still pretend you could colour all the pain away?

Would you cover up your scars with a poker face?

Or would you embrace all the faces that you can't hide anyway?

You. You don't know you.

So how do you expect anyone else to?

An enigma, a question mark, a map that changes

So everyone can be content with your different faces.