The Enigma

Who am I?

Once a hidden child,
Now an "adult",
Who still carries fear
Despite all time's passing.

The one who wishes,
With all wish's worth,
To raise others' gallant hopes and wings
Through some level of an alliance.

Flawed,
Stains seep through my paper skin,
But I still have yet to decide
Whether the stains come from outside or within.

Of course,
Not all is mayhem in the world,
For benefits still cling tight
So the battle of imperfection may carry on.

All these years pass
And I can not decide,
Who is this me?
Who am I?