Too Many Faces

So many faces in my hand,

A sea of smiles across the land.

A thousand wins, a "Match!" so bright,

It fills my lonely screen with light.

With every swipe, a brand new chance,

To start a brand new, perfect dance.

But when the talking's meant to start,

I feel a panic in my heart.

What if I choose the one who's wrong?

What if a better one comes along?

This one's funny, that one's smart,

I can't decide, it breaks my heart.

So all the matches wait in line,

A frozen, digital design.

I'm stuck with all this endless choice,

And no one gets my real, true voice.

For when you have a thousand "maybes,"

No one turns into a "please."

The more I have, the less I see,

The less there's ever just for me.