Who am I?

I am a broken figourine on a fireplace mantle
I am a plate smashed against the wall
I am a book torn into pieces
I am a wine glass dropped on the floor
I am a shot glass waiting to be filled

I am a lone wolf without the pack
I am a sheep without the flock
I am a fish without the school

What am I doing?
Who Am I really?

I am glue to put together the pieces
I am the tape to fix the torn pages
I am the bartender that fills your glass

I may be a lone wolf but I pack a bite
I am a sheep with his shepard, no flock needed
I am a fish ready for adventure in the open water

I am who I am
To this world
Here I come