Many sides, there are to me,

One for every friend, they do love me,

Silence may be met, by those far

An abundance of joy, for those near,

I cannot fathom why, the sides I hide behind,

Are the sides that I, I am now bind,

Perhaps one of my sides, fit into theirs,

A puzzle we are, not that we care,

Perhaps I am fake, then fake are we all.