There’s a Storm in My Throat

There’s this storm stuck in my throat,

buzzing like it’s gonna explode.

Lightning behind my teeth,

and words

words I’m too scared to say.

I keep it down,

’cause if I let it out,

someone might get soaked

in all this mess.

I’ve bitten my tongue so many times,

it hurts now

not ’cause I’m nice,

but ’cause I’m scared

of what I might say if I don’t hold back.

Sometimes I say it all in my head,

to the walls, the mirror, the dark.

But never out loud.

And every time,

a piece of me just dies

from being stuck inside.

But if I did say it?

If I just let that storm loose?

Someone else would get drenched—

hurt by my truth.

So instead, I sip my tea,

take a deep breath,

and smile like it’s all fine.

But inside,

the storm’s still there.

Waiting.

And I wonder

how long can I keep this bottled up

before it breaks me?

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