Who is me?

I'm not the pretty princess kind of girl,
Or the one that got away.
I'm not the genius or the athlete,
Not destined to compose a masterpiece someday.
I wouldn't say I'm beautiful, not anymore than the next.
I won't be a druggie, or that alcoholic mess.
I'm not easy to please though not hard to handle.
My life is worth living out from under the shadows.
You cannot say I'm a goth or a prep,
I won't play the part of the broken-hearted and depressed.
There is not yet a mold to make someone like me,
for being like me is impossible you see?
To be my own perfection, my own best friend and my own enemy.
I am not the trouble maker or the good girl,
Not the brown-noser or the tattle-tale.
I'm not going to Heaven nor will I arrive in Hell.
I'm simply me and that will have to do, but tell me this;
What kind of person are you?