Look into my eyes. I am scarred, but I am not damaged. There are actual people who cause pain to others due to their own, but I am just trying to sort through. My worst fear is living a life of no purpose, and no one can define my purpose but me. That’s what is frustrating. See, I am looking for me. I am more than a sandwich maker. There has to be more to my life than fronting shelves. Now, God, I do not want any of the blessings taken from me or for granted, but I want to soar higher! Surely, there are more daring altitudes to reach! See. I am looking for ME. This world has burned me up. Smiling faces can be evil, and I have enough paranoia and insecurities dwelling within me to second-guess other’s truths. I just want to be at peace. I am still that little girl who knows happiness is owed to me. I just want to be me, but who is she? I can settle into what my birthright told me to be, or just reach! I have no pride left, I just want to be proud of me. I know there will not be a defining moment or a certain model that can be defined, but I know that I will find my most highest joy, when my true life passion is fulfilled.