Where I'm not allowed to BE

I don't allow it.
I won't.
This space that I'm in.
I'm here.
But I've covered my eyes.
And plugged my ears.
My hands, they adorn gloves.
And my ears, plugged.
I cannot BE in this space.
I've been told it isn't okay.
And I can't turn back now.
For what I've created is something beautiful.
Something more beautiful.
Than it would've been.
Or people could've seen.

It builds and builds and BUILDS.
Until I'm crazy and suffocating.
And then I write.
And I can breathe again.
Mostly.
Cause I'll never fully say.
I'll never fully say it.