Spazzing

Strangled by a chord
Air becoming harder to find
A stranger to anger
choked up by feelings that can't be repressed
upset
that his words can not meet the world
My mind mirors my face
becoming darker and darker
wanting nothing more than to simply escape
but life is looking to do the same thing
And my heart is starting to race
Sounding less rhythmic and more destined for failure
And school taught me I'd pass at 70
and feeling the lows of lows at twenty is unacceptable
but i'm feeling that way because school taught me
how to contrive and connive
but never to speak