My Face, My Own Lovely Face

Me, my face, my own face

My face. I don't know how to describe it. But here is some:

It is a mix of poverty, satisfaction, boredom, arrogance, loving, hating, foolishness, exhaust, sad, happiness, even a little blame of living and life. And also loneliness.

Well, that's it. I don't really understand the meaning of my face. Maybe you can get something if you stare it for sometime.