"view point"
i stare into the glass of my bedroom window
looking for a viewpoint among the reflections
trying to stare into my brain
to find whats truly mine
my mind feels robbed
like someone took my thoughts
and silenced my words
shattered my viewpoint
i can't revamp them
they have been rearranged
and relocated
who could do such a thing
taking whats sacred
only to use them for wrong
twist them and break them
blow them out of proportion
make them look not of my own
i feel stupid and blank
empty like a robbed bank
scared and dirty
mind raped
viewpointless
i can't even pretend its ok
i don't think i can write again
i can't even begin
my minds my best friend
processed information
can't clutter
my brains a flutter
this is going nowhere
i can't think straight
i can't stand
my brain is shutting down
viewpointless
These phases come and go. Sometimes the feeling is so blank, it is suffocating.
This had me shook
Hey, nice write. I liked your flow on this. Interesting work - I think we've all been there before - feeling like our thoughts are stolen.