being me

who I am is who I have become
through much trial and many errors
one step forward three steps back
two steps left and four steps up
around the tree blocking my path
searching for something new
finding the same old story
I stand in the middle of the woods
screaming for anyone to hear
tired of where I have rested
uncomfortable in my own skin
itching for a change
desiring something different
when will it stop
the desire to keep changing
needing to do more
the path is unknown to me
where to go next is undefined
searching, always searching
finding the new me