lost in translation

By: Shelbi Henny

I remember before the mute button
when the volume was compressed
soothing and stroking invisibility
my sweet novacane
soaring through interactions that mask
removing senses
that bare arms
counting the dollar signs 
that make it worth more than sanity
I was told differently
knowing right from wrong never tempting
the role we play with each other
singing in tune
very talkative while left speechless
explaining the further mood
riddles keep me 
when demanding for answers
to clues unwritten
gone to live the lives of kings
daydream of what could be
princesses and queens
lost in translation of thieves 
they always tell me you act differently
but what defines me 
being me