Who am I?

Even I don't know.

Am I the girl everyone loves?

Or the one everyone loathes?

I want to be tough and strong

but I am sensative and weak.

You see me as bitchy and incomplete

but I want to make you happy and see you smile

Being a friend is who I am

but you see quirky and mean

I am selfless but you'll never know.

In your eyes is only conceit. 

I want and am friendly and sensative

and you see rough and cruel.