Where has my creativity gone?
Sometimes I think I can taste it in the back of my throat, typing out all the words I should have said on my tongue.
Sometimes I can hear it in my head, making of mockery of who I am and what I've done.

My creativity has been stolen.

Wanted: The creativity of a lost and disturb 17 year old.

Please return it ASAP, I'm sort of lost without it.