What am I, in the end?

They say I'm warm, open and inviting.

I say I'm antisocial and the most enclosed person on Earth.

They say I'm a good girl, that I obey my elders, that I take heed of advice.

I say I always do what I want, that I don't care about what others think.

They say I have many talents and great potential.

I say I'm useless because I'm too bored to tend to these talents.

They say I'm quiet and kind.

I say I'm loud and rude.

They say I'm the most reserved person they know.

I say I'm eccentric and weird.

They say I can talk and write like a professor.

I say my speech is more like a mix of several (sub)cultures.

They say I'm cold like a gravestone in front of sickness and death.

I say I simply do not show my emotions.

They say I like to consider all of the possibilities.

I say I don't know what I want, that I change my mind too easily.

They say people get my words wrong too frequently.

I say they don't know me so well to get exactly what I'm saying.

They don't know me.

But I know myself.

I am all things. Every single one of them and yet nothing. 

I can be whatever the hell I want.-