I cannot breathe.

My body will not allow me.
I cannot breathe
because anger seethes
inside of me.

I cannot smile.

My face most likely looks vile.
I cannot smile
because the style
of your profile
makes me feel vile.

I cannot speak.

The word is so bleak
and I am so weak.
I cannot speak
because the door will creak
and shriek.

I cannot love.

My heart soars above.
I cannot love
because your love
is still situated in the foxgloves.

and not me.