Who Am I?

Being the person I am, I sometimes come across as all-knowing of myself. The truth is though, I'm still learning.
I can't(as of now)say that I am one thing. I can't identify. It's hard for some people to understand. I don't even fully understand my feelings.
So many questions come into my life every day, undirected: Are you a boy or a girl? Are you a lesbian? What are you? Why do you dress like that?
I can't answer all of them because I don't have the answers. I don't know what I am.
It makes me mad when people say I'm weird or crazy. Mostly the way they stare, though. As if I really am crazy.
What's with it? Look at it. Does it know its hair is missing?
These questions I don't even need to answer. They are there purely to harass me.
I know how I look and I know that others know too. Someday I hope I'll know what and who I am. Until then, I'm left to my peers and their stares. I wonder if they know how dumb they look staring. Yes, I'm human. Thank you for making me visable.