I step back.
I have walked through the path of love.
The years pass by,
and I know you more as each day finishes.
Is this forever?

I want it to be.

But do I?

It's as though change is forthcoming.
But only in my dreams.
I cannot change those that are built in their ways.
Some are not made to be like me.
Or at least that is what I am told.

We are surrounded by morals and judgments.

They create a definition of how each of us are perceived.
I keep statements, stories, and visions inside.
I manipulate this life to be my own.

Who am I?