Where did the "I" in "i" go?

To tell the truth I don't want to talk

I don't want to live I don't want to speak

I just want to write

Thats why i have midnight

COnversations with a piece of paper

With a writing utensil as a mediator

Helping me solve the case of my missing

Sense of self

Neither of us know who took it

So these poems are just the case notes

The brainstorming

 

I've really no idea where it is

I can't even pinpoint the time that it went

I sometimes suspect my father took it

Buf I'm sure he's still trying to inject his

Into himself

 

I'm pretty sure my mom doesn't have it

If she does, I would have been able to grab it

While she prayed that God granted her with

Her sense of self

 

I'm pretty sure my brother doesn't have it

He's trying to find his own in books he can't read

 

So here I am again

Attempting to solve the mystery of my

Missing sense of self

if anybody has some love to give

I'm sure that would equally suffice

As help

Reviews

[Cece]

dont isolate yourself too much
we all like privacy sometimes
but i like to tell ma secrets

tell ma bff ma secrets
no one else to know
but isolation is nice once