Who Am I?

Who Am I? I used to somebody good, but she is long since forgotten. I have no real identity now, only the ones that people stamp across my forehead and the ones that I write across my heart. Stereotypes, Labels, Words. What do they all mean? They mean that I need to find myself. With low self esteem, I seem to try to fit in, instead of standing out. I try to blend, instead of standing up for what's right, laughing along, instead of defending people. I would like to meet the true me, the me that has a kind heart, with good self esteem, and no matter how long it takes for me to find her, I will. You can watch me. Watch me prove myself wrong. Watch me catch this doppelganger and put myself back into my life.