Faces

I wear many faces, some way too old to fit the girl glued to the back of them. I keep all of these faces in a secret little box, stashed away where no one can find it. It's murky in there, overcast with feelings and thoughts I dont let anyone see. Not that anyone cares to go looking. No one wants to know what bothers me. Too hung up on their own problems. Sometimes I think I should go looking for my true face. So I open that box, search inside. But no matter how hard I search for it, I can never find me...