Which Mask Do You Choose to Be?

I stand before thee, my inner possibilities to see.  Beautiful faces, content faces, loving faces,  tender-bold faces, assured faces  and faces filled with glee; Pained faces, bitter faces, jealous faces,  angry-brooding faces, vengeful faces and faces with melancholy All that was kind and good in me,  all that was ugly and broken in me  and many more in between Each has a face of its own,   and these were the faces the mirror was showing me Each a true reflection of everyone I had been, am and could possibly be For our birth face is just a mask; for one of these inner faces to hide beneath And we never know, which one – on any day – behind the mask chooses to be