Alien Or Robot?

I am cursed with This Face.
One I could never change nor could I hide.
It reflects every expression withing my being.
Especially the ones I'd rather not share.
My eyes tell a universal story which words could never stress enough.
Yet I still see a stranger.
For 18 years that girl in the mirror has formed.
She has gotten taller,
her eyes dimmer symbolizing a lack of trust,
Her heart widder but darker from naivety.
The only answer possible is that there is no answer well enough.
That girl who I seem to be, reflects the mystery I seem to live in.
Shutting others out so maybe somewhere in the silence the answers will clearly appear.
Maybe! I will know myself, as well as others claim to know me.
( Only problem is they know what I allow them to know) I should allow myself to know a thing or two.
I've Always been a mystery to myself.
That makes sense ... Doesn't It?

While in class I find myself wrestling with two questions.
Who am I? and what do i want to be? Surely, many have answered these questions without connection.
Those not one of those people were me.
' Cause if they were, they would know that these questions are intertwined.
Maybe ... Just maybe, everyone falls under two categories. Robot and Alien.
Robhots do what they're told until that long awaited malfunction happens.
While aliens are left to be figured out.
Are they real or not? No mistake i fall under the Alien Category.
Those Who've got it all figured out. Yup! Definitely Robots.