Nature of being

At times I tell lies sometimes the truth,

Sometimes a virtue other times a vice,
Some people think I am harsh,
Yet I have a soft touch,
Some call me arrogant,
Yet I have a kind heart,
A very different kind of a man,
Some humans are easy to be believe,
While some need to be convinced,

A mind with no fixed thoughts,
Two-halves of everything in the world,
Being a being of my own and not a being of people's words.

Double _O Franklyne.