Why do people try to define with putting us in boxes? On the surface I'm a white girl, who works hard, does community service, & who doesn't take **** from no one, who is always nice, as long as you are, strong & happy. But, in reality, I'm Spanish, Mexican, Native American & African American. I have dyslexia, A.D.H.D., A speech impediment, Depression, Anxiety, insomnia, & that's all because of my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. So I MUST work hard! If I don't, I will crash & burn. So I keep myself busy & I NEVER stop! Can't let anyone get me down, cause on the inside, I'm crying. So, I hide it with a smile. I keep strong to be happy, But that doesn't mean it will work. Cause just cause I'm nice to others, doesn't mean they'll be nice to me. So tell me, what box am I in? Cause I don't think I have one. And what box are you in? Cause I don't think you have one either.