It's hard to face a monster that you've created.
You can't hold it out on your palm:
"Here it is - the thing that's destroying me."

It's nothing you can speak of
and nothing you can show
- so how I do I tell you that I'm not okay?

There's a creature inside of me
That sits dormant against the back of my brain.
It grasps my stomach with one hand
and stops my tongue with the other.

"Just tell me what you're feeling."
It's not that simple.