Who i am

I never stopped to think
I am a product of my expectation
Of what others expect from me.
That I expect more from myself
Than I do from anyone else
Is something I have not been able to see.

Who am I?
What's my game?
I can not
Stay the same.

I have to pick myself apart
So I can make a brand new start
Once I have sorted out the muddle at hand,
And when I put myself together
I'll be built to last forever
And then finally I must come to understand
Who I am