I wear many faces, some way too old to fit the girl glued to the back of them.
I keep my faces in a box, stashed inside me. It's dark in there, overcast with feelings I don't allow anyone to see.
Not that anyone cares enough to go looking. No one wants to know what bothers me.
Too hung up on their own problems.
Sometimes I think I have to see the real me, so I open the box and search inside...but no matter how hard I look...I can't find me.
