You have innumerable different faces, I say. Each of them designed to serve every single person you know in our life exclusively. You don't feel the same towards any two people even, do you? Your parents, you might say you love them equally ardently but do you feel the same for each of them when their thoughts intercept the horizon of the endless territory of your farfetched perceptions? So let alone the whole group of them, your friends, family, colleagues, sharing equal intensity of your you-ness. You don't even talk to everyone in the same way when alone with them and if you do, you can't deny the difference in the energy you experience inside.
That and among many other faces of yours there is yet another face that only you meet in hours of complete isolation. The one wearing which renders you absolutely unrecognizable in the eyes of most recognizable of your acquaintances, the more vulnerable but farsighted one, the one with seemingly wiser and tamed reflection with hints of bruises over it, presenting the glaring agony boiling inside your soul. Yet you yearn, long for that face of yours inside layers of eluding veils to seek recognition, seek it but secretly, discovered but kept undiscovered because that face is not for everyone to see, is it?