A/N: Something I wrote in 8th grade for a writing assignment. Even though it is clearly an amateur's writing, there is still seomthing that rings true about it to me.

I am…

I am…

Trying to find myself for who I am, searching for the person I know I am. When will I find me?

I hear…

Words thrown at me, evil nasty words, words that are meant to make me feel as if I don't belong, words that leave wounds from which the scars will never heal. When will they accept me?

I see…

People laughing at me behind my back when they think I am not aware of it, they are watching every move I make, waiting for me to slip up, they are judging me to see if I can live up to their standards. Will I?

I say…

That I do not care if they will not accept me, but deep down, I really wish they would give me the assurance that they do care about me. But is anyone human enough to really say it for me?

I cry…

Alone at night, as I sit and think of the things I could've done better, mean things people have done and have said to me. But if I had the chance to do it over again would I do it differently? Would they?

I am…

Searching for the secret of life, looking high and low to find what makes life complete for each and ever person. What will it be that will make my heart truly happy?

I feel…

Love bursting forth from my soul, for everyone, for the enemies who have tormented me, and friends who have loved me. What has caused this great emotion to come gushing forward so willingly?

I try…

To find that last little piece missing from the puzzle of my life. I know that I can survive without it, but for how long?

I dream…

Of the day when I know I have found the one person that is for me, but first I have to completely find myself. How long must I wait?

I am…

Me. And, maybe that's all I really need to be.