Getting up on my feet.

I guess since I'm a teenager, most adults expect me to not care at all. But I do care. I care so much that it hurts sometimes. I think adults forget what it's like to try and find yourself, to be searching every single day for the place that you fit in the world. Some days I wish they'd remember how they felt, all those years ago. Not lost, but not found either. I know what I want to be, I know what I should be, and I know what the adults in my life expect me to be. Out of all this confusion, there's one thing I'm sure of.
I am an artist. No one out there knows my name... yet. I am an actress, a person that belongs onstage. I belong in the theater. It is where I feel most at home.
Some days I feel like I'll never make it, like I'll never succeed, I'll never be great. But on my first day of school, I realized something. I have the potential. And even though it sounds corny, if I believe in myself I know I can do it. Time, effort, and tears will go into it- that part I know - but I know I have the will.
So, here I am. A freshman, trying to find her place.
Life's kind of like a big puzzle, and everyone is a piece. You go around your whole life trying to see where you fit. You're surrounded by other pieces, some you may like, some you may hate, some you may love. Sometimes people don't ever find where they fit. But I will. I'm getting there, at least.