Three faces - Poem

 I was born with three faces

Each one finds a home 

But it is all to one which traces

Back and come

The youngest one is famous.

He shows it to the world and all

He doesn't want to feel fall

And blame us

The Middle is relevant

He talks to the faces that created him

He wanted to be careful and delicate

He doesn't want to be dimmed

Eldest lies in the dark, after holding back

He is the truest and rest two are fake

Irrelevant and he holds life slack

When he himself reveals there is nothing to take