Completely Incomplete

I hate going to bed, but I love to sleep,
I know I need to cry, but I never weep.
I only remember memories made to be forgot,
I can write the hell out of most pens, yet gifted, I am not.

I love music, but my voice never sings,
I am often called an angel, but I'm lacking my wings.
I love the sun, and I love the rain, but I hate rainbows,
I can easily smile, but I hold more pain than anyone knows.

I am good with words, but I use violence and I fight,
I know so much information, but I'm never right.
I have bled so much, but hidden every scar,
I have great potential, but I'll never go far.

I have not given up, and yet I have no faith,
I have so much love, yet so much hate.
I am one of the most complicated people you will ever meet,
I am the lost pieces of the puzzle, completely incomplete.