I feel the words I want to say wrap around my throat
Squeezing the air out of my lungs
I don't know how much longer I can take it
If only communication could come easy
It doesn't, it never has, and it probably never will
All it takes is a couple of simple words
But the anxiety of the outcome, the judgment, the gaslighting
If I hear that I'm deranged or crazy one more time
I will lose my mind, but then again
Is the torment in my own mind not worse than the outcome of telling people how I feel?
