My face is all they see,
They stare and wonder not much,
They see me kind...
And hopeful and everything they want to see.

Sometimes the mirror lies,
My face is a divisive tool that fools,
It has a story, not a neat one but it tells who I am,
My face is not fine yet you look and judge
And fit me in your own little image!

My face is a coincidence,
A yinyang of both good and bad,
I look at it but I fail to see me,
Like the shores of an ocean it changes and loses shape.
But it doesn't change who I am inside...
My face is false and may have no grace,
It may not even hold pride for the person I am.

Sometimes it is as sunken as the stones beneath the waters,
Sometimes it is as high as the clouds and I like it then,
Sometimes it wonders between the line of what makes me me,
Yet through all this, I know that I am who I think I am.