What have I become?

There are a lot of times , not some, When I ask myself, “what have I become?” What mould , was I put into? Which path did I go through? How come I land here? How come nothing seems clear? This was not a part of what I had imagined. I don’t have a clue what happened, But this was never the part of my plan, I’ve started doubting the way I began. This time I thought, I made the right time , but I was wrong, I myself have become my least favourite song. There was nothing to like about me, I came to be flawless; But now , I’m filled with flaws everyone can see. I was prepared for the hardships, but to become something else, Just so , those icy hard , stone cold heart melts, But I don’t know what part did I ignore, And now I have frozen them even more. I came to become the ideal of those who mean the most to me, But now if you find its opposite, you’ll always find me. I don’t know , how and when it started to choke me down, I wanted to be the reason of smile but became the reason of frown. How did I create such a mess? How did I become a reason of stress? Why am I not able to express? Why do I always feel compressed? I thought I could fight it and overcome, But God knows; what have I become?