by Haily Mae Dunn, , November 5, 2010

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I sit here trying to think of what to write, when I realize:
I don't know me.

I know where I am from and I know what I look like but,
I don't really know ME.

Who am I on the inside?

I am kind and I care about other people. I worry about them before I worry about myself.
But does that make me, ME?

I look back on the past with many regrets and wish I would have done some things a little bit differently.
But I like to think that those things don't make me, ME.

I watch reality television and eat things that are bad for me.
But that doesn't make me, ME.

I have a tendency to look at the glass as half empty and feel like this world doesn't have anything to offer.
I hate to think that makes me, ME.

I get mad easily and can hold a grudge for a long time, when really all I want is to let things go and be carefree.
Is that ME?

I think long and hard about the path I am headed down and where my life will take me and wonder if I will ever get where I want to go.
That doesn't make me, ME.

I live vicariously through movie characters, song lyrics, and quotes that easily sum up what I feel.
I don't think that makes me, ME either.

I really don't know. I don't know where I am going, or what I am doing, or who I will be in the end. I search and search for answers and for some reason, I never find any. I ask myself who I am everyday when I look in the mirror, and only hope that someday...
I will find ME.

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