At the end of tenth grade and the beginning eleventh grade my friend Malcom was my unknown person pulling me up my stairs to the outside. When I met him I started to see the truth of how the world I was in been to work. I was only being shown what they wanted me to see not what was actually out there. When I started to stand up for myself they started to try and make me feel as though I was the one that was wrong; that I was the one being disrespectful and mean to them.
As my eyes adjusted to the sun I began to see what I was missing in my own life. The amazing people I push aside to be a doormat for people who didn’t even truly care what I was saying or if I succeed in life. It took me almost a year and a half to truly walk away from that cave. To truly know who I am and what I wanted in life. I have left this cave but it will always be with me. I’m glad this cave with me because it allowing me to look back at my life and see the person I was and the person that I no longer what to