The keeper of all that is unsaid

The unsaid is a horrible monster. It lives in your stomach and your throat. It eats up each moment you do not say what you mean, how you feel, why you won't, why you will, and so on. It grows as it feeds and brings the tears to your eyes when you think about who you love and hate, its special creation is the anxiety attack you have atthe grocery store, or at work or in traffic. The birth of the monster began when you were two. When you were two, you discovered the word NO. You liked it so much you said it whenever you wanted too. At first, you were cute when you said no, they laughed and kissed you and pinched your cheek and poked your belly. But then you realized that everyone was getting angry at you when you said it too much. An you were saying it louder and louder and with great abandon. What was once your bueatiful shining self expression became something they beat you over. They slapped you and they glared at you and they stuck you in a corner, they wouldn't feed you if they were mad enough, they put you in your room alone and in the dark and then they started calling you hideous names.
You gave up the word NO with hardly even a fight.
You gave up your bueatiful NO and what replaced is was a bowed head.
You didn't say YES so much as you said nothing.
And that was the birth of the unsaid.