Searching.  
Searching for the missing
part of my soul, 
the one that lets me be
all that I know I am.


I feel trapped, 
boxed in by others 
expectations,
trapped by who I'm suppposed to be
not who I want to be.


Who am I?
No definition is easy to find,
a lover, who is unloved,
a teacher who doesn't teach,
a power who is powerless
to show the light she has inside.


I am trapped by other people's
expectations,
by the role society has
forced me to play
by the role I've forced myself
to fill.


Can I break free?
Can I, like the butterfly,
crack the chrysalis,
and find out who I really am?


Yet for now, I wait,
watching the world around me,
wishing for something, anything,
to free me from these
expectations.