Bitterly Withered

Tired, restless Heart beats in your chest and Breathless You’re smothered by the background and Bound, restricted and backed into a corner Hungry and famished, your throat aching to sing a song But your tongue not tasting the lyrics and Your brain filling with words that shouldn’t be said and lies That burn in your ears and mix With thoughts that taint souls and comply to social cries that demand That wrongs be swept under the rugs and The fragile be told they don’t belong. So you harden the heart that beats in your chest and breathe Without air and without sleep Because you’re tired and restless And the love you once had you're now forced to suppress.