Where are the words, that used to flow from my hands as easily as taking a breath in and out.
Why have I lost my art?
Why have I lost myself?
Where have I gone?
What have I become?
I used to be full of happiness and now it has faded away from me.
Why am I not happy?
Who is the real me?
Where is my poetry?
I used to be a little bird that would sing when I was sad and make myself happy. Yet that has gone away from me.
Where is my voice?
Where is my song?
Where have I gone?
What has become of me?
All it feels now a days is that I am a cog in the machine. Nothing more nothing less. Not even a human being anymore.
Where is my soul?
Why am I lost in the Matrix?
Just feeling coded and not an individual anymore.
Where am I?
What has become of me?
Why am I a slave to my society?
Just fit in and try your best.
Be the Actress you where meant to be and not the Actor you feel inside.
Where am I?
Artist hidden in the Shadows 