Who am I? Am

Who am I? 

Am I as helpess as I think?

Or am I as strong and independant as everyone else sees?

I am a beautiful mess,

Like a wild horse running across the plains.

A free spirit, never to be captured.

I'm smarter than the average population.

I strive to become better than ever.

I want to fly as high as the eagle, but be as wise as the owl.

Who I am is contradicting. 

Trying to be two oposites at once,

Can I pull it off?

Of course I can.

I'm strong and independant,

With the hopeless idea of being someone I'm not.