Unspoken thoughts and emotions eat

Unspoken thoughts and emotions eat at my chest, nibbling at my heart bit by bit,

they are begging to be let out but my throat won't budge.

It just won't budge ! 

It closes up and becomes paralyzed at the thought of expressing myself 

through words.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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