Stuck in limbo

Have you ever been stuck between two places? Wanting to be apart of one world, but having to forgo another? It seems to happen to me alot, being of two racial backgrounds; half native and half English. I want to hold on to my native background because I know there are very few of us that keep the old ways alive, but then I sometimes forget I am also half English, which is just as much apart of me as my native side is. It can get tricky sometimes, and I go through periods that are sort of like an identity crisis. But when I start feeling frustrated, I try to remind myself of the little things that make me me. I am Cara, I am a Libra, I like writing poetry (a given), I like fuzzy peaches,diet pepsi, running, soccer, I HATE intolerance and crappy music, and love my family and friends more than I can describe. This helps me realize that I more than just the sum of my parts, half native half English, there are a million little characteristics that makeup who I am, and I have to give them as much thought as I do my racial background. As a Libra I should be able to handle this, since the scales are my sign, and harmony my strength, guess I have some more work to do. Anyway, the whole point of my rambling is to show you my inspiration behind a poem I wrote awhile ago, oddly enough I forgot it was entitled "Po et Tree" ... coincidence? I think not.

Po et Tree

Painted red and painted white
My heart shines brightly in the night
And keeps me going till the fiery dawn
Engulfed in flames, the stars are gone
Throwing my hands up to the blood red sky
Who is this girl who laughs and cries?
I watch the snow drift past my face
And turn in circles in a furious pace
I look at my hands, what's this color I see
And is this color, is it me?
I look in the mirror and I see a girl
Caught between a hard place and the world
It hurts my lungs, and it hurts my heart
I think I may just fall apart
I'm trapped, I'm caged
I'm full of rage
My two faces are getting the better of me
Cause my half open eyes don't really see