Know Thyself

Staring out of my economics class, I see the rain has slowed to a small drizzle, and the Chattanooga sky is nothing more than a bleak gray.  My mind is not focused on my teacher, Mr. Griggs, who is talking about the rising Civil War in Egypt.  I'm worrying about the current location of my black American Eagle skinny jeans, along with my favorite braided belt.  I'm wondering about the recent journal entry I turned into Mr. Campbell, my AP English teacher.  "Know Thyself" was the assignment's name.  This got me thinking.  Who am I?  Am I the quiet, hipster people perceive me as?  Even though that's how my classmates and friend see me, is that really who I am? Have I adopted to my alternative music and clothes from seven years of going to a private, "Be an individual" school? Or maybe it has to do with the fact that I grew up with an older brother, who was all about not conforming to the norm of society.  Whatever the case may be, I have found that I am nothing more than a label.  We are all labeled by society.  Some of my classmates are "jocks" and "popular".  Others are the "singers" of choral ensemble or some are "bookworms".  Because of this, I don't think I will ever know who I truly am.  Even if I say I don't care what others think of me, secretly I'm always too worried about how others see me.  I'm too afraid to say what's on my mind, fearing that I will be labeled as "stupid".  I'm too self-concious of what I wear fearing I'll possibly be labeled as a walking "fashion disaster".  What I'm trying to get at here is, is it possible to know who we are? Will there ever be a time when we don't worry about the way people perceive us, and we just be the person we know is deep down inside of us?