"I Am....Morphed"

I am many things

All jumbled, you see

From kicking and screaming

To sying and weaping

Loving, if there's time 

but can you bare the climb?

Yes, indeed I do believe

For if not what do I acheive

Heartache has touched me 

Its fingertips cold as ice

Then there's love 

its fingertips seem nice 

But of everything I've lost 

I do beleive I've gained,  

even if it hints me insain

I do not blame 

I am the morphed child of a creator

No one dares say perfect

For I'm not ripened yet

and nor shall I be later