
The Man With Countless Faces
Who wanted to find what was behind them
Reggie had one face for his father He had another face for his mother He had yet another face for his sister And another for his brother.
He had a face for his co-workers And another one for his boss He had a different face for each of his friends And a totally different one for strangers.
He had a face for his girlfriend A different one for his ex-girlfriends Another one for potential girlfriends Another one for girls he did not like.
He had a face for the waitress Who brought him his food Another one for the clerk Who was always so mean.
He had a face for his niece Who was only three years old And another one for his grandpa Who pointed out his weaknesses.
He had a different face For everyone he knew He quickly chose a face For everyone he met.
He had a face for love He had a face for hate He had a face of indifference He had a face for condemnation.
He never interacted with anyone Without putting on a face He never expressed anything Without an accompanying face.
He wondered if anyone saw him Beneath his many faces He wondered if there was a face That truly revealed him.
He wondered if there was a face That conveyed his true identity He wondered if there was an identity Behind his many faces.
If he were to ever fall in love What face would he show? Was that face even in his arsenal? Was it one that he did not even know?
The only face he really knew Was the one he saw in the mirror It was so full of flaws That he hid it from himself.
He asked God to show him His one true face She said that he could not see it Except behind the many mirrors he looked in.
Every face is a mirror That we all hide behind For anyone to love each other The mirrors need to fall away.
When we can all see each other Without all the mirrors We can connect in new ways And we can see beyond faces.
We use our many faces To hide our hearts We use our many faces To obscure all our mirrors.
Reggie went to sleep one night Vowing to awaken In a world without mirrors With open hearts instead of faces.
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