What Am I?

Am I brave
For going through hell?
Am I kind
For accepting it all?
Am I strong
From every tear I cried?
Am I weak
From every hit I threw?
Am I cruel
For not mourning at death?
Am I damaged
Since he broke me in?
Am I ashamed
For turning out as "me"?
Am I troubled
By every memory of them?
Am I victorious
As I'm still here?
Am I lucky
To be alive?

I've been told so many things
By so many people-
Some know me, some don't
And all I ever
Wanted
Needed
Wished
Desired
Lacked
Was an answer...
Simple yet difficult
What Am I?