The Home You Won't Take From Me

I struggle to let out my emotions.
Like a bottle with a lid too tight.
I just want to pop the lid off.
Letting out whatever's inside.
But I just can't do it.
Not even when I'm writing or making music.

It bothers the shit out of me to a point where I can't sleep.
I want my feelings to fly off the perch that is my tongue
As if they're a flock of bird leaving it's tree.
The longer I keep it in the more I want to scream.
Scream until my throat is sore and my voice gives out.
Scream until my face is red from my blood rushing.

My feelings are like tenants that refuse eviction.
Staying in the house that is my body.
One day I'll throw them out the door that is my mouth.
I'll enjoy it when I've reclaimed my home again.
This body is my home.
And feelings..You're no longer welcomed in.