The words you took

My mouth opens and just as quickly shuts; it's best for me not to say a word. How shameful to have let you snatch away my word, my power, my meaning. Left is the repugnant taste; every time I wish to utter even a fraction of my thoughts. A syllable worth holding on my tongue will not be had as I desire to thrust my many words unto you. To make you feel the distaste growing and growing until it consumes and ravages your innermost thoughts, leaving them in nothing but a state of ruin, just as you have mine, without a single warning nor any remorse.