Origins

Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, I see a different "Me" is staring back. There are so many different faces that greet me when I wake up, wash my face, or check my appearance throughout the day. The face that I behold in my reflexion is based on the type of mood that I find myself in or the kind of people that surround me.
These are all strange faces, unique in their own special ways.
I have many different people living inside my mind, but it's not some mental disorder. It's just simply who I show to whom in a certain frame of time. If I am surrounded my people who cuss and smoke and drink, my responsible and mature face breaks the surface and I become somber, clear-headed. If something ill has happened that day, my cheeks become placid and my eyes are suspicious and agitated. If I am happy in the middle of the night, my gaze is mischievous and taunting, but full of humor and good-will.
To some people, I'm a fake. But what am I faking? In all of these faces, though the moods and thought processes are different, the real me is still there. Always. Like a Masquarade mask, when you can still see some of the person's real face.
It isn't like I'm purposely trying to be a dozen people at once. I've been this way since before I can remember. I don't think it's a medical condition, and it doesn't interfere in my life. I live a wonderful life. I love my life.
However, there is a reason that every face exists. Every "Me" has its origins.