I thought I was a girl,
Who did not feel at all.
Yet here I am again,
To spill my quiet pain.

You wondered what it's like,
To feel nothing at all.
As if you're stuck in frame,
While life is bubbling on.

I knew the world was bright.
But I saw black and white.
The others heard the beat,
But ringing filled my sleep.

My body: autopilot.
My thoughts were out of place.
I hung over my shoulder,
Just like a ghost in space.

The roots which held me down,
Have crumbled over time.
I drifted down through life,
With zero goals to strive.

You ask me what has changed.
I've broken down my chains,
Then stepped out of my zone.
And found a sense of home.