Restricted
With shackles upon me
As I try to write
I feel the chains on my wrists
And the barricade before me
Blocked
My head starts to hurt
I run up against the wall
Try to break it down
Again and again
But it breaks me instead
What is this before me
Why am I
Unable
Incapable of breaking through
I cannot think
Words refuse to come to me
Thoughts escape me
My mind is not my own
No, it is not mine anymore
Hiding
I must be hiding from something
Trying to evade a realization
Something I don’t want to face
And I miss myself
I mourn for the thoughts I once had
For the words I could write
And the feelings I embraced
Because now instead I find myself
Empty
Void of meaning
Without real thought or emotion
At least, without access to it
So I struggle
I fight, like a wrestler
Trying to bring down my opponent
The strongman inside my own mind
Standing in my way
Why must this be so much harder?
I feel like a stranger
Inside my own skin
Like a mere observer
Unable to truly participate
I used to be a writer, an artist
I used to be me
A long time ago
And then I realize
It was not so long ago
Just a short time, really
I was myself
Before you
Not all good, no
There was pain before you
And loneliness
And for a while you took that away
For a time I was more myself
With you
But far too soon that changed
And the loneliness returned
And brought the pain with it
Only this time
It was worse, so much worse
And this time
There was so little of me
Left behind
That I could no longer write it down
Think it
Or feel it
This time I was truly alone
And I was left with nothing to do
But miss the me I used to be
Before you