The Masks

The masks we wear, the price we pay.

One face,
Two face,
Three face,
Four,
No one can tell which face I wore.
A different face
For a different place
To the point where
I can't stand what I see.
Who am I now?
Who am I today?
So many masks,
So many faces.
Deep down in the depths
Who am I?
I can't take not knowing,
But I can't tell which face I'm showing.
Fear of losing myself further
Further down that path.
Lost in oblivion
The faces swirl around me.
Regret flashes
Praying to be set free
So I will know which face is truly me.