Don't speak

I can't say a word regarding my physical or mental state
If my thoughts pass my lips I'll be charge an extortionate rate

It's still too soon to open up and and let it all spill
So I avoid the subject and only write about potential thrill

One hour a week, is the only time I'm allowed to speak
It's the time for me to climb upwards, no matter how steep

Apart from that hour, my thoughts are the forbidden sound
But until I let them out, they firmly stand their ground

Is the elephant still in the room of my wild imagination
Is "talking" been classed as the silently resisted temptation

Whatever the answer, please don't speak about it, don't even try
Because every word, gesture or emotion I hear, is enough to make me cry