Who am I?

This poem is discribing the search of myself.

Am I the girl who hides herself, just to look better to everybody else?

Am I the one that's brilliant, and under estimates herself to be ignorant?

Am I the book with the four-leaf clover, not so lucky because I'm getting judged by my cover.

Am I leaving home to go outside, beacuse it's a beautiful day, or I have feelings I want to hide?

Am I dreaming to become something I can't? Even though it's biting at me, I can't seem to kill the ant?

Am I the one who can't grow up, looking down on people, who have no choice but to look up?

Am I taking my advice from a song, but won't listen to mom, even though she has seen all that is known?

Am I trying to get a step closer?

Am I winning to become a loser?

Who am I?

Life is short. Time might die.