Leash

Haven’t we all felt like we were being held by someone’s leash? Something keeps pricking at my psyche. I have this compulsion to speak, to yell and scream but the grasp on my throat is too tight. It’s the muzzle for a disobedient dog like myself. The marks are nonexistent but the pressure reminds me of my limits. Very well, play your little game. We all know that the truth can’t stay hidden for long.