Keeping ideas and feelings
Bottled up
In my throat
Is ok for a while
But the more
That accumulate
The shorter my breath gets
The tighter the cage
Around my lungs
My jaw clamps down
Trying to keep the words
From escaping
Grinding down my teeth
Creating muscle spasms
All the way up into
My brain
That turn into an ache
So bad
I lose the ability to think
These words
Scribbled right here
Are the difference
Between my light
And the dark