Feeling uncertain of where i belong, born in Mexico but I was brought along, to a place called the United States, my parents hoping this would be a better place. Being neglected because of where I was from, making me think was I really different? Or were they the ones wrong. Wishing everyday could I be born again? But here in America where i felt like I fit in. Now I look back and say to myself I should thank god I'm born and have a good health. If I could ever change one thing about me it would be to go back to the days where I wish I never listened to the people who told me what I could and couldn't be. Being undocumented doesn't mean your handicapped, but to me that's exactly how I felt, almost trapped. Let me tell you though dreams DO come true don't let that stop you from doing what you want to do. Aim high in life don't think of quitting like I once did it's not the best feeling. Which is exactly why I would go back and change that one thing that stopped me from believing in me, but here I am today back on my feet telling you all to not give up on your dreams.