i look at myself

and the stories i have told

those that are new

and those that are very old

i thought i was brave

and everyone said I was bold

people say i am warmth

but inside am very cold

i wanted to be something else

and now i am in some other mold

sometimes i think i am someone else

and sometimes it is only me

my strengths and my flaws

are something that are meant to be

now i dont know if i must

like myself for what i am

or I know myself and am finding
why i am?