Who am I?
Sometimes I wonder if I'm a lie. Or if I am a mimic. Would that explain how my personality can change like the shades of water? To some, I am loud and funny. To others I am painfully shy and mute. And yet to others I'm rude with a mighty RBF. I play the role they need me to be. I cannot be my own self, but I sometimes wonder if I even am. I live to serve. I live to be the funny friend, the not-as-pretty friend, the helpful daughter, and the sarcastic sister. Take that away, lock me in a room, and maybe I really am nothing.
I am the wiper of noses, the singer of lullabies. The comforting arms around you. I am the keeper of memories big and small, the watcher left behind. I am home, the safe space you can always come back to.
Who am I Inside?
I believe myself to be someone who can make my friends laugh, but can also comfort them when they need it. I am someone who doesn't like bullies, especially when they are mean towards my friends, then it gets ugly. I am loyal, I am kind, but I am also fierce in my own way.
I have been told I am great at helping my friends when they aren't feeling well, when something bad happens, I have also been told that I can be stubborn and a bit too shy. I sometimes wonder how my younger brother is so brave... I'm definitely not.
But most of all, I want to be a person who goes farther than most, who can be noticed by not for what I am, but for who I am. I want to show everyone that the world can have compromise... Eventually.