Sitting here without a thought
Pencil in hand but nothing comes out
The paper is blank
Just like my mind
No inspiration, thoughts, opinions...
I sit in a room of small white walls
No view of the outside world
Just me and my blank sheet of paper
What now?
What good is writing when there's nothing to write?
I feel like these words are not mine
But belong to who I wish I was
This isn't me
Its who I wanna be
So I sit and write
The words and feelings that belong to her
She's seen the world for what it is
She's felt pain
She's been inspired
She's alive!
I'm in my safe house
With small white walls
Covered windows
And blank paper