My face

I am the stage
I am the player.
Each and every
soul reflects on me,
my incandescence.
I can be anyone.
I can be no one.
Faces I have,
a million of them
But the soul is
left, hard as brick
after every whip
without a grip
,still not rip
nor a drop to sip.
I see it,
Clear as dog eyes,
I see it,
My face.