Carved Out Faces

I'm a man of many faces I've carved out over time I carry them around with me In a leather bag strapped to my side Usually I'll leave it up to others How it is they set the mood The way we interact To what face it is I choose I have a face I use for concern One I have that looks deep in thought I'm still working on the one that looks like it's in love But I'm not sure I'll use it a lot I've got one that's fairly happy It's taken years to carve it out Five different ones in stages of sadness Two that are riddled with doubt I hold onto one that no longer fits me I haven't worn in quite some time It's the face that I was born with The innocence of a child One I've carved over and over Cause I wear it out all the time It's the one with the look of disbelief When it gazes on the state of mankind I have a face with which I greet strangers One I use with friends Also a face that says I'm sorry If I need to make amends But there is one I don't carry with me The face I leave at home For when I lock my door at night It's the face I call alone...