Not proud but it's ME

Who am I? I am me.
What do I want? Just to live and BE.
   I watch the moon, gaze at the stars,
   observe the world's growth, dream of far.
I enjoy the dark, celebrate the night,
hate those who fake, my morals are not always right...
   My opinions are mine, and mine to bare.
   If someone objects? I really don't care.
I am who I choose to be, though not always proud.
I have faults like everyone else.
I make mistakes, with no one else to blame.
But at the end of the day, at least i'm myself.
         I have dreams and nightmares too.
         When they became reality, I haven't a clue/
      I have spite against the mundane, truth be told;
      I reject conformity and breathe in the cold.
   I am who I wish to be, I do not fake,
   those who are near me, my life they do not make.
I'm happy with who I am, that may be hard to believe.
I have a past i'm not happy with, but it made me, me.
    If I could change today's yesterday,
     it would all remain the same.
     It caused me to become myself.
     It may have brought hurt, anger, and pain,
     but in the end, it gave me my name.