I look in the mirror, I ask myself How many faces do I have, who am I? Each day's mask is a different color My true self is hidden deep inside Sometimes smiling, sometimes crying faces Orders that adapt to society But the same question always echoes inside me Who am I, where is my essence hidden? My faces change like the seasons But my essence is always the same, like the bottom of the river My search continues to find myself To understand who I am, to be free