Some Days

Some days
Some days
Some days I just want to steal other people's words
Make them slip down my throat and then back up
Regurgitated
So I don't have to think about
Everything that makes me
Me.
I feel unoriginal
Burdened by worries, hurries, and
Stress
Crawling up my throat and choking me
Blocking me
Haunting me and hawking me
Tight fingers of a small green goblin
That refuses to let go.