Riddle

Seamlessly, I transition

to who I am not,

to someone I don't want to be.

I take time, effort and pride

to be who I am,

to be someone I want to be.

Who am I?

Unblinking, I wound and scar

flesh and soul 

that doesn't belong to me.

I pause a hundred times,

think and ponder

when the flesh and soul are my own.

Who am I?

Unadulterated, I perceive

my conscience to be

and blame someone.

I am caught in a web of vanity

when accountability 

is spelled as 'me'.

Who am I?