One Question

Just one question,
Who am I?
Could it be truth,
Or, perhaps, a lie?

 It takes a battle,
To win a war,
But it takes a lifetime,
To know yourself more.

 Some know from the start,
Then begin to change.
Others are lost right away,
Deeming life strange.

 Maybe one stands out,
Like a flower among sand,
While another blends in,
Life dirt in our land.

 Those who are bubbly,
Sometimes pop.
And those who are quick,
Sometimes stop.

 Yet we all still strive,
To know who we are.
‘Tis not found in a book,
Or by following a star.

 Am I a chameleon,
Who, for others, blends in?
Would that be so horrible?
It isn’t a sin.

 But I want to be different!
Stand out effortlessly!
Yet a voice says no,
And I’m afraid it’s me.

 Wouldn’t people rather star,
Through a window,
Rather than at a wall?
Who am I to know?

 The over-thinking and doubt,
Can trip even the strong.
While some are so sure,
Others struggle life-long.

 Judgment is scary,
But ignorance is too.
This journey seems necessary,
However difficult to chew.

 I just have one question! 
Who am I?
But if I found out,
Would I ask why?