what am i?

What am I? I don't know for sure, but I think I can be anything, and for some I can have the same meaning as an object. I feel confused about who I really am, I even feel confused about my appearance. Some say I'm ugly, but others say I'm beautiful. My parents say I'm a terrible daughter, but others look at me and compliment me. They think I'm a great and well-behaved girl. It's funny because when I see something, someone sees it the other way around. I see that I won't have a future. I think that before I'm 18 I'll "sleep" but whoever sees me thinks the opposite. They say that I'll have a beautiful future, and that by writing, I'll have a good and beautiful life. Well, I don't know what I am. Maybe I'm just another person in the world, walking and maybe thinking, but always trying and failing. I'm curious about what I came to do on this earth. I think that suffering isn't what the future holds for me. If I live to be 30 I want to discover my purpose in life I guess I want to know why I was given life J.C.M