Choking on words fighting to get out,
Breathing in the weight of anger in constricted lungs,
Trembling lips parted and teeth clenched wanting to shout,
Arms tired from carrying what seems like tons.
They don’t listen when I speak,
So, I lost my voice.
They won’t even let me try something new,
So, I lost my choice.
I curled in a ball to shut you out,
But what you want,
is not what I am about.
I know when the beast is set free,
All will burn with the anger in me.
You stoked the fire,
You poked and you prodded.
I cannot go back and be open-hearted.
Stay and get what you have created.
Once I was open and now,
I filled with hatred.