Who You Are

So many times I forget who I am. I see the people around me, especially my friends, like characters from literature. They are highly animated, each with their own ideosyncracies that make them stand out from each other and the rest of the world. I often feel like malleable clay, whereas the other people I see seem to be solid figures that only slightly change as years passing become decades passing. I get lost in who they are... perhaps it is because I can see them and I can't always see who I am. Mirrors help, but they don't show me the way others see me.

How do others see me? I'm not quite sure If I know the answer. Am I too loud for my own good? Am I obnoxious? Do people talk about me behind my back saying things that I already know to be true but hope they don't notice? Am I liked? Are there people that want to talk to me but can't or won't because of the awkwardness of seeing me around campus and me seeing them but we never really spoke to one another? Do people laugh at the way I look or the way I dress? Do people wish they could be me, or wish they could forget they ever saw me?

People say a lot of things to one another, but one can never be quite sure what is going on behind the visible face: in the hidden mind. People have said a lot of things to me, but I can't get over the fear that I just might be being laughed at as they chuckle with their friends as I walk by.

It's really hard to know who you are when others around you are telling you who you are, or should be, or could be.

It is the differences, rather than the similarities we have
that make us unique:

Regardless of what the world may say or think or do
We are all different from one another,
and that's what makes you, you.