Unreadable

I've never been good at talking,
I try to build a web of things I want to say only to find myself entangled,
I am the fly and my head is a spider,
Hungry for release,
Trapped by my own voice
I try to make sense of it all,
Like pulling headphones out of your pocket only to find them tangled,
But the more I try the more knots I find,
I cry out for help,
Gasping for air at every chance I get,
Suffocating by the need to make an understandable sentence,
Something that makes sense to someone outside of my own mind,
I feel my lungs filling with water as I struggle with the changing currents of emotion,
My body being hurled in every direction as I try to speak,
But the waves never calm,
The fly never escapes,
The headphones lie tangled,
My sentences remain unreadable.