Why are the feelings within,
The ones that tear at my throat and rip through my skin,
That scream in my ear, demanding to be known,
That dig dark corners in my head so they can make it a home,
Why do they bleed and cry and wish and regret
Sink and scream and panic and fret
Ache and wine, with terror and spite,
Cower and pray and whisper and fight,
And I open my mouth to say what I feel,
Say this time I’ll do it,
Say this time it’s real,
And my thoughts tighten my throat,
And cut off my breath,
My mouth hanging open and nothing has left.
And finally I do it, my lips mouth my words
Finally it’s time
My voice will be heard,
“I’m fine.” I turn back and just walk away
My feelings are still inside me,
And that’s where they’ll stay