Who am I ?

Am I just a smart person fooled by his youth
Or caterpillar waiting to go into its cocoon
Am I that first bright star of the evening that everyone notice
Or the the last dim morning star that no one gives attention to
If I was a colour what would I be
The brighter I get the darker they see

Maybe my uniqueness can remove them from the dark ages
Or my point of view can make the world a better place
I crave for attention but I hate fame
Desire isolation and yet I feel lonely
Am I still that same person who used to dream big
Who used to think that love heals all wounds

All these questions remains unanswered
And his eyes still carries the tears of yesterday
No one can read his mind or understand his orientation
And the heavens are looking at his precious soul
And the devil is clinging onto his back
Who knows maybe its just a phase of his early teenagehood