World of Faces

We live in a world of painted faces. How many faces can one man have? We have one face for friends and another for strangers to see. Never really knowing who we are until the moment that we die.

     We live in a world of Painted faces. Playing on a stage for everyone to see. Always looking for who we are, but never seeing through the make-up. Afraid to see, that we are not the person we pretend to be.

I look in a mirror and wonder who is this person that is staring back at me? Who is this person in the bed beside me? Is she real or just another face put on for the world to see? Living in a world of painted faces so that no one will know the person that lies inside. Smiling on the outside, while crying on the inside. Hating what I see in the mirror. So it must be time to become someone else.

     We are living in a world of Painted faces. Playing on a stage for everyone to see. Always looking for who we are, but never seeing through the make-up. Afraid to see, that we are not the person we pretend to be.

Cast down. Beat down. Nothing left but this fake heart with fake emotions. So I put on another face and take my place in line. Always following the person that I want to be, but never knowing who I really am.

     I am living in this painted world full of painted faces. Looking for the perfect part to play, because it is too hard to be myself. So I will look in the mirror and see this person that I have become, is nothing more than just another face in the crowd.