What am I?

I sometimes wonder, What really is my existence? Most people say, "Is that even a question?" What really is wrong or right? Really a conscience Or only made for peace right? Most people seriously don't get these thoughts But if you take out those rose-colored glasses They are really some hard life shots People laugh, judge and cry In this big fat universe, where most people lie, We are just some tiny passing by But seriously, What am I?