I can’t make it stop.
It won’t go away.
It stays and steeps
And hides behind the other.
It plans in silence
Until the silence can no longer contain its need and then…
Then it becomes too much.
It takes over, controls, sucks me back down and makes the need too much to take.
I know I give it too much power,
But how can I not.
It is what it is,
What it wants to be.
My opinion doesn’t matter, it never has.
I can’t stop it, I don’t know how.
I can’t learn the language.