Draining..
 

Too Many faces,
Too Many Fronts.

Difference situations,
different hat on.

Different people,
Different face on.

Different places,
Different attitude.

Different clothes,
Different me.

Too many faces,
Too many fronts.

So draining these faces,
So draining these fronts

Someone please help me,
find who i am.

I'm not sure exactly what you're looking for posting this, but all I can really offer is *hugs* and to tell you that I understand the different situations/different faces thing... I feel like I'm a different person when I'm with different people. At work I'm a capable individual (mostly), at home I'm pathetically needy, with my parents I'm doing okay (even if I'm really not), etc., etc. I hope that makes sense!!

*hugs* the code of silence lets them get away with it, the more people who know, the more support you open yourself upto. and the less fronts to put on.

love you ann, your poem is good.