Who Am I?

      Last night my mom and I were talking when her solution was, "Well you just have to remember who you are." ... Who am I? Excellent question mom, I just have no idea what the answer is.
       Interestingly enough, my English teacher today had us write a poem titled: This Is Me, This Is Where I'm From. So here's what I came up with, (I know my so-called poetry is awful, just bear with me)
       I am the windy valley, where summer melts us all
       I am the cold mountains, plumes of snowflakes on my face. 
       I am from many places, the houses never last. The long weedy fields that never seem to end. 
       I am the stickers that poke feet and sting with anger. 
       I am the negative nancy, the storm cloud of my friends. 
       I am the grass softly swaying. 
       I am from the west, horses, cattle, geese. 
       I live for cotton candy, and melty milkshakes on the front lawn. 
       I am the salty lake smelling profoundly of brine. 
       I am the swings at the park, the benches on the grass, the dugouts by the baseball field. 
       I don't plan on being anything more than me. This is who I am, that's plain enough to me. 

       Mostly I brought this up to put emphasis on the last line. "This is who I am, that's plain enough to me." At the end of everyday no matter what happened you should be able to say, at least I was myself today. That's all that should matter. Don't let other people's approval and judgement make you be anything other than who you are.