I cry then I'm mean.
Every thing said written or spoken triggers me!
I'm a superhero and a fiend one in the same
I'm the utmost unstable person it seems.
I'm so deep no one can find.
I can fool the wisest, like I've done time after time.
The devout ritualists deny me, but I spin questions around their head,
I can be alive, but yet almost dead.
Today I'm him, then her, then none of above,
Ready to cry, laugh then weep,
All in a second I bury my deep.
Ready to share yet hide and be seen,
I'm not commonly normal, nor weird or in between
I'm always special, the new breed it seems.
Who am I?