Eyes can't look at you any other way

You know those questions you see in bulletins, or livejournals. The ones that are all about you. People usually do them out of boredom, but I remember always doing them in Jr. High, the whole time trying to figure myself out. I could literally show you my old journals filled with them. I'd always have an answer though, so I'd say that was a good thing. I knew myself, I just needed to see it. I know that I put myself down for what I'm not, or I'm ashamed to see who I am, but beneath all the clothes I'd say I'm a good hearted person who is strong but modest. Lately I've been finding myself all over again. I'm remembering the things I used to love before I let the world crumble it. I'm feeling the energy I used to carry. I know who I am, I just need to see it.