A Matter of Identity


I do not know who I am

I do not know what I seek

I do not know which is which

I have many faces


Approached by those who misguided me

Approached by crowds screaming

Approached by anger, hatred, darkness

I have many faces


No one sees the face of mind

Everyone sees the face of naivete

Some see the face of kind

I have many faces


Without a hand to hold

Without reins to control

Without a light to guide me home

I have many faces


I have a face for happiness

I have a face that lets me rest

I have a face that guides me, yet

I have many more faces


No true hand to let me take hold

A curtain in which my true self will never behold


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