What am I?

What am I?
Nobody knows
How do I function?
Is this what I chose?
Before birth was I alive,
able to choose where I'd end up in life?
Was I conscious and aware of what's yet to come,
or was I completely ignorant and happy to find out?
I've lived my life so uncertain and scared,
living without knowing what should be feared.
Should I be scared of dying, the unknown, or the promised?
Or should I be scared that I may not know what life is?
What am I you ask?
Well I am me
What does that mean?
I guess we'll see.
But for now I can guess, what I am in this life of unfulfilled dreams and constant unrest.

Am I a child of god, made in his image? Made to follow the path that may not be finished.
This thought of a higher being with control over me seems unfitting and flawed because people see me and say he's broken and tired from the past but hold on because as long as you have faith you will be strong.
I disagree with this only for one reason, why would an all mighty god who loves us force us into eternal damnation.
This punishment would serve for those who would sin but in what  sense of the work would it be justified?
It's not in anyway so that why I don't believe.

No I'm none of that, more like an entity inhabiting a body I never actually wanted. How's that for Devine justice.
Nothing but a bundle of nerves and muscle designed to do nothing but survive. Along the path of evolution to become more efficient with survival we complicated things beyond belief. We created problems that never needed to exist. Feelings, drama, pettyness, and heartache. Why? Who ******* knows much more, who cares. Nothing will ever change from where we started heading.

So who am I?
I am one of millions destined to wonder that exact question with no definitive answer. One of millions to write a generic poem which are photo copies of one and other.