Suffocation

It's not always the rope around your neck,
But the words and ideas being shoved down your throat.
The grip of everyone else,
Being tightened around your neck.

Your veins pulsating out of fear,
The air around you thicker,
Blood streaming faster and faster,
The questions, demanding answers,
That you have yet to ask yourself.

Do you believe? Can you hear?
Words taking on a new dimension,
Large enough to crush you,
To block your vision.
Your thought pattern erratic,
As you can no longer comprehend-

What is being asked of you?