My+existence

You ask me the question who am I? Well I guess normally one would start off with their name, and introduce their self; but my name is just a sequence of a series of different letters. Surly letters that mean nothing, I am just another girl that sits in the class that no one will ever get to know. What does my name represent; what is it that actually makes up my being. When I am going day by day living each moment of this life I am given, what it that people are seeing of me is. You see what I let you see, firstly you see my outside: my height, my hairstyle, the color of my eyes and the tone of my skin; and most of you that is all you will ever get to see, you'll never see the things that I do or the words that I speak, the true meaning of what starts to define that 'who' am I. So should this topic maybe actually be 'what's in my soul'? The truth is I know I am labeled; but I don't go by those labels, I erase them from my head when they are thrown my way. We’re all made differently; unique in our own ways but there are expectations that we follow even as different as we actually are. Again you ask who I am. I look around with a slight puzzled look upon my face; "this is who I am" I finally whispered isn't that what you wanted to know, did you not? But I obviously know that this is not what you want to hear you want to know that my name is Tia-Marie Buckley, 18 years old. You want me to tell you the little details that make up my existence the easy way, by me just telling you, but that’s not who I am, that’s what I am. That does not actually describe who I am, the answers to this question will never be found in my folded up birth certificate that lies in a dark box collecting dust as the years pass us by. But more on the lines of getting to actually know me, getting to know what I have grown up from, and to know all the struggle it took for me to finally be whom I am.