Am I me? Or am I just somebody?

my mind was kinda crazy.

I'm strong, I'm free, I'm happy.
I cry, I'm miserable, I'm alone.
Who am I? Where am I?
Am I me? Or am I just somebody?

I'm unhappy, but I shouldn't be.
I feel afraid, but I'm not.
I have everything, but I'm empty.
I have no-one, but I'm not alone.

I'm encouraged to be the same,
but I'm unique to me.
I'm told to be myself, but I'm so mixed up.
is that what they want? Or just the image of life?

What do you see when you look at me?
A little girl with a sugary smile?
An ice queen with emotions of frost?
A young woman wanting to be found?