Run out of Faces

 I’ve run out of faces that I can be,
I’ve tried sad, I've tried happy,
They don’t work for me.
I’ve tried wearing angry and tried wearing fear,
But neither of those really came out clear.
I’ve worn anxious a couple times,
Something didn’t feel right.
I had the same feeling before,
When I tried on weird and tried on fright.
None of these suit me,
I’ve tried them all before,
I’ve gone through every shape and shade,
And feel there must be more.
I tried on hopeless and tried on guilt,
Those were nothing but fake to me,
I tried on tired and tried on sore,
And through those I couldn’t see.
These masks don’t seem to fit my face,
It’s strange, what should I do?
This one is too big, this too small,
This one just isn’t true.
I’ve even tried on empty,
And I thought that would fit me well,
But as soon as I tried it on my face,
It didn’t fit and fell.
So now I'm left trying on confused,
And even this one isn’t right.
I’ve tried them all, near and far,
Small and tall, dark and light.
So I’m sitting in a pile of masks,
With a million faces I could be,
But there’s just one thing I want to know,
Which one of them is me?