Identity

Just a poem describing how I can't discover who I am when everybody wants me to be somebody else.

Too young to be an adult, too old to be a child,
Too chaotic to be tame, but far too stubborn to be wild,
Ryan, Margaret, Brittany, Sam,
I can't discover who I am.

A substitute for somebody gone,
A shackle to the past, that can't ever move on.
My family holds me, won't set me free,
I have to be someone else, can't ever be me.

A trial by ice, a trial by fire,
Their whims eclipse, my own desire.
Too frail to fight, too tough to give in,
Doomed to return, to the places I've been.

I swore to the heavens, the moon and the sky,
One day this masked bird, would spread its wings to fly,
Until that day, I will forever be forced to be,
Somebody else, alone with no identity.