The Search Poem by Caheeriroyu .

Thorn into pieces, struggling to breathe.
Forced to be molded, kept from the lead.
Faced with the picture that I should be.
Pushed to the path of conformity.

This is not what life should be!
I am searching to be free!

I will see the good things.
How the sky is blue.
I will feel the warmth of the sun.
Grazing through my soul.

There wont be a single thing
That could block my search.
There wont be a single soul
That could chain me down.