Face off…

for the pond poetry contest(round 10)...

Wonder which part I am required to play,
My image changes with every passing day.
Each one wants a differently carved rime,
Masking me with faces which are not mine;
Sitting alone I stare at the feigned glee,
Wonder where is the true, me of me?
The externally ornamented glamour,
Is every individual’s heavy armour;
Removing it with introspection,
I walk the lane to achieve perfection.