Parts of me, forced together

I feel like I have lived my life to appease the masses. There's a me for parties, there's a me for school. There was a me for church and a me for masking things. There's a me for fun and a me for stress. I've spent my life forcing all these different me's together, trying to make them work. Look at me now. A mess. There are like 39 different me's in my head, all prepared for different scenarios, but none of them are right. None of them are the real me....They all have parts to who I am.

I'm a whiner, a crier, a punk, a baby, an affectionate, a clown, and I'm not normal.

When can I get to the point that the parts of me that counted are made whole??