Porpoise Tale

You took away my voice and the only language I knew,
And parcelled me up so small that I fitted in a drawer,
And then you shut it,
And left me struggling with the strings of disgust.

And now my memory's blotted when I read what's upon it.
It comes out backwards or upside down
And I can't make sense of who I was.

Did you take her
Or did she drown herself?

I can't answer this question.

In front of my eyes,
The words swim around on the paper,
Looking for land.