My throat is stolen by an overbearing growl

I try to speak
With words that can dance,
But only guttural sounds escape
Pulling me into a trance.

These words are mine
But also clipped,
Pulled apart like cloth
Until I am completely stripped.

The thoughts I wished to convey
Now nothing but a lost smile,
I am hungry for sanity
Yet lost in miles.

My lips are not my own
Neither my eyes or ears,
They have taken over my identity
Until all I am is fear.

They have stolen my years.

They have stolen my tears.

What was I saying?


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