There’s a spider in my chest.
Who would’ve ever thought a little creature could be such a pest?
It has befriended my heart and tricked my head.
It has spun a web through my lungs until they bled.
A web that grew with every new word,
but when I told anyone I was never truly heard.
Perhaps because when I spoke only cobwebs came out,
or perhaps because I wanted you to be proud.
It has left nothing but a hollow shell,
This lonely dark cell.
I spend my days inside here trapped,
Forever in the web it has me wrapped.