I have this feeling inside of me,
It's old and it--it's so deep.
I have this feeling under my skin
It moves with a slowly crawling creep.
It prickles and it stings at me,
It makes me want to scream.
It batters and it loves to wound,
It makes me hate to dream.
Breathe in, breathe out, I so hate
When I feel this way.
Breath out, breath in, I promised
To live another day.
This feeling is so acidic,
A dangerous thing indeed.
I cannot be rid of it,
It does grow like a weed.
No, it doesnt draw my blood,
Not with its teeth, nor with its claws.
It binds my actions and my thoughts
With neer spoken silent laws.
It whispers and it wanders through me.
It leaves not me alone.
It is sweltering and oppressive.
It cannot be shown.
It does not care for kindness,
And it doesnt care for sin.
Beneath my smiles it lurks and waits,
A belligerent messy din.
The pain is unbearable
But I do not say a word
To do so would be useless
Because I would not be heard.