Who am I??

So many faces to me,
emotions far deeper than you can ever see.
I conceal myself with these faces,
some genuine, while some not so genuine.

My silence speaks a lot more than my words,
but afterall, silence, must first, be heard.
The man in the mirror is not me anymore,
he`s just another victim of time.

I dont turn to God, i choose not to believe,
for God is nothing but another creation of man.
People think they do,
but nobody knows the real me.

Now, completely transformed into a part of this human race,
concealing the true me at every other place.
Now, i`m growing tired of being a human,
Even I`m forgetting, who I am..