~With a Deep Sigh~
I am out of place, I don’t fit.
I move, I flail, I scream against the walls of my mind.
I am limited, I am stifled.
I am not myself.
The shell of my soul, my inner landscapes are barren.
Someone has stollen my essence,
Hidden and stashed.
I can’t find me.
I have disappeared.
The puppeteer has tangled my strings,
A wooden doll without a face that changes.
I am emotionless!