poem about myself

Before you get me wrong, I am the least bit narcissistic. Someone asked me to write a 4-line poem about myself, and that’s why this post here.
“Sometimes sweet, Sometimes sour,
Seemingly bold, I run for cover!
Jack of trades, I seem to be,
Master of None, is the real me”

Not a very positive poem, I know. But that’s my mood today. A little dull (sore throat and all!).