Mockingbird

I am naught but
A mockingbird.

I have the voice
To sing and talk,
But not always welcomed
To all.

I have a way
Of constantly moving,
Going from place to place,
Never staying,
Rarely welcome.

I have no idea
As to who I am,
So I mock, I copy,
Others.

I have the dream
To one day
Spread my broken
Wings,
And fly.

Where ever I
may go, I shall
Hope to be
Welcomed.

Like the mockingbird.