My mind feels hijacked
I can look out at the world
I can feel my heart pulsating
The thoughts fly across the air
Other times they land right at my feet
Swirling in place, inaccessible
Voices call out – full of ruminations
The same words of pondering self-doubt
Suffocating any link to hope
I am not in control
My brain is held ransom
To the highest bidder
Anyone who wants my kindness, my knowledge
In exchange I receive a morsel of validation
There-there, that’s a good girl
Go on and fight a good fight
We will take care of your burial
When all that is left is dust