Imprisoned

I sit imprisoned in my thoughts.

I hear the shrill laughter of those around me. Those I cannot, do not, engage as I analyze myself.

Who am I?

Ani DiFranco sings “I don’t who you were expecting, probably some bitch who does not budge”.

For years I thought I was this lyric.
For years I thought I was that bitch. Perhaps I just wanted to be her.

Perhaps I am truly a kind woman who puts on a front of bitchyness so that others cannot get close. Perhaps I am confused about who I am and who I want to be…

So you see I sit imprisoned in my own thoughts unable to engage because I would not know who to be if I did.