I look into the mirror
And I don’t know who I see.
Who does that face belong to,
I see staring back at me?

On Sunday it looks righteous,
And fools the congregation.
On Monday it’s determined,
To lead the corporation.

I have worn the face of strength,
Through all the days of my life.
At night that face looks gentle,
It’s the face I give my wife.

Faces for all occasions,
I’ve used for my protection.
So no one sees what I see,
Deep inside my reflection.

Doubts that plague my every step,
I’ve placed behind this veneer.
I create another face,
And make the doubts disappear.

I have locked away my fears,
In the darkest of places.
Hidden from the prying eye,
Behind my many faces.

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