Still Searching

I’m still on the prowl To find out whom I am A little girl still hiding Silently fleeing on the lam Some days I’m powerful Other days I’m powerless Frequently I’m exhausted Yet yearning for success Questioning who I am And if “Stacy” is my name Never feeling worthiness Always feeling continual shame Some say I’m immature Others praise me for my strength I’m still that little girl in hiding Trying to disappear at any length Traces of my true identity Flashes through my mind Trying to grasp the concept Of releasing the child inside The feelings of insanity Grows stronger sitting all alone Affection now completely obsolete While I struggle to become my own © Stacy Lynn Stiles