Frog's Poetry

An invisible hand has reached down my throat and stolen my voice.

I can’t talk louder than a whisper

And when i whisper my whole body feels wrong.

I push past conversations

Because I can’t handle the 

“Are you alright?”

Over and over.

The invisible hand has stolen my mind, taking over it.

It causes me to want to lash out

It fills my mind with hateful thoughts that make me want to rip my hair out.

It tells me the people I love so much want to hurt me 

And it fills me with fear.

The invisible hand has tried to become my only friend. 

It isolates me from others

And tells me no one cares but the invisible hand. 

The invisible hand rips at my nerves

Filling my body with unexplained pain.

I did not fall, or run into anything,

No, the invisible hand just ripped at my skin. 

The invisible hand calls the pain it inflicts on me “love.”

Honey drips 

from their tongues

Words disguised as comfort

But 

the honey is from bees

Who feast on the nectar