My image reflects that of stability;
but inside of me lies an insecurity.

The world sees my deceptive smile believing it to be true;
while I drown in sorrows the whole while through.

People who THINK they know me coin me as lazy;
confusion runs rampant in my mind, am I crazy?

What do I want out of life, I may never know;
to care not what others say is my ultimate goal.

Inside of me a voice cries, let me out;
my fear suppresses this cry by usage of doubt.

If your true self appears you will be lost in the crowd;
to separate yourself from others PRETEND you are proud.

My personality was derived from a character on T.V.
Who am I? What is my true identity?