It's Me! Who Am I and Why

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Who are you? This is a question that I believe even the best of us struggle to answer. How does one explain something that changes not only by days or minutes but seconds? I have always been one to let people know exactly how I feel on certain matters but there are a thousand raging emotions behind this young girl’s skin. To start off I was born in CA Redding into a rundown town house but I didn't stay there long. My grandma came to remove me from this situation at nine months old when my mother had a mental break down & my dad was trying to take my brothers and me away from her. I remained with my grandma in a hotel room for a while. Though I don't remember these incidents I believe it was a message from God to let me know I was starting off a very bumpy ride. Since then I have only moved twice. Once to an apparent in Fremont and then when I was about two, to the house I live in now which belongs to my grandparents. I find it nice to able to say that I have truly grown up here but I wouldn't say that I have had a home. Since I was a young child I have had the overwhelming urge to just go, to break free. I feel as if my family’s life restricts me. Ways of my life that have formed this is my mother having a mental disorder, my grandfather being a drunk & having an immature grandmother. I have spent most of my life always feeling like I need to be home. Whether to try and stop my grandparents’ ear blistering arguments or to hold my mom when she feels her world is crashing in. This life style has led me to always want to take care of others needs before my own. To the point that I won't even call a doctor for myself but the moment someone I care about needs help I am willing to call anyone for anything. Now don't get me wrong I know ... ... middle of paper ... ...have to keep going. Out of all of these activities though I must say I have an undying love for the stage. This is probably due to my desire to create different stories through poetry. There is nothing more pleasing then having an audience adore the words you’re dying to have heard. In the end how I react to a lot of what happens in my life is most likely due to my dad. My dad moved away when I was about seven years old and though he keeps contact with me this action has definitely caused me to be a more independent individual. I live my life knowing that it is mine. I don't have time to worry about what others want me to do or be only time to do what will give me a happier life. I know that going to college will enhance my knowledge and make me prouder than ever. I can't wait to make my mark on this world for I know that no matter what I do, my voice will be heard.

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