Bad Words (poem)

Everytime you speak. 

The feeling builds up In my neck. 

My chest. 

My stomach. 

My throat. 

The words slide

             Up

      Up

Up. 

 Into my mouth. 

Hateful words. 

Disgusting hateful words. 

And afterwards 

When I hear you cry 

From the other room.

 I want to cut my tounge out 

So I can't hurt you anymore. 

I want to cut it out 

So you can be happy