When there are words…unspoken…held back by the unwillingness…for them to be heard…they stick…to my throat…and swell…until I cannot breathe…and I am gasping…begging for release.
You know…how I feel…what I really want…yet…you think….that if it remains…clawing into my brain…it will not fester…brew…and explode into your life…making things…uncomfortable…for you.
But I…am not you…and cannot do…the things you expect of me…and I am here now…sick…losing air…as the words you deny me…slowly…press down…on me.
Please…listen…be ready…to accept…the things you don’t want to hear…before…I choke.
Colloquially Speaking 