A Thousand Faces Poem by Cheyenne Doss

Is this really me?
Am I the person I'm meant to be?
I'm told to be this
I'm told to be that
So who's the real me?
I pass by mirrors and all I see
Is strange girl looking back at me.
I recognize her, but she's changed so much
I don't know her anymore.
She's shown as many things
That the real her is buried underneath.
Is this who I've become?
Someone familiar on the outide
But a stranger inside?
I guess that's what happens
When you're a million different people.
So the question remains....Who am I?
Which I answer...I don't know,
For who could be themselves
When you're wearing a thousand faces?