unsent draft messages

I cannot control anything

I am not even an entity

I is the scratch that cannot be buffed

I separates me into an identity

I belies the truth I am denied

For I, is a story written before my own eyes

As I sit behind them, trying to scream instruction

Words that have already been spoken

Prisoner to the illusion that cannot be broken

Holding the gate closed,

Praying to be set free

Afraid to let go.