Who is d real me?

I am not what I seem to be I seem to be what I'm not Some people say, maybe I've been blinded Or maybe not Peer pressure and inferiority held me so tight Determined to release me not And I wonder if I'd ever be freed From all these loads, from all these self-loathes Self-hatred I've built toward myself in ages Shame's persistent shadow follows me Maybe I've met myself, a version more brutal Than the real me I'm even confused, unrecognized As to where, which, who is the real me?