The dozen faces me

The dozen faces I carry
A different me you see
I came and slip fast
You can never understand the real me
Or I chose not to let you to know the real me

Sometimes I am a depress me
Sometimes I am a passionate me
Sometimes I am a cruel me
Sometimes I am a kind me

I am an artistic me
I crave for passion
But live in depression

I hate to be cruel
But no one deserves to be kind

The many characters in me
Attracts many different yous
But none attracts me

Only the patience among patience will see
And can seek the real me