Face.

Life will strip you of your possessions; your career, your living, your life's work.
It will strip you of your pride, of your love, and all you have ever cared about.
One day, you will sit in the bar, draining another glass, and wondering: "who the hell am I, really?"
Because you have nothing: you're retired, your family doesn't seem to care, and on the most part, the things you have don't please you anymore.

So who are you?
Are you shaped by what you have? What you have accomplished?

Who are you?
Because when life strips you of everything you could ever have had,
You become a lifeless mortal whose experience was to dress themselves up in the latest trends, only to soon realise that as soon as life comes, life goes...
And life goes on.

So who are you?
When you have nothing, when you truly have nothing... how much does everything mean to you then?

And finally, are you your own?

LOL, Sarah.
I know who I am, at least.