Too Many Questions So little Answers

What is wrong with me
why can't I be who I want
when I want to be

I want to be free
and fly on wings and
listen to the wind blow
 through the trees

Looking at the birds
fly high I wonder what
it must feel like to touch
the sky

I want my life to have
a purpose and to bring
joy to me, but the sky
is filled with fog and it's
hard to see

What do you want me
to be and when will you
show it to me?