The Words I Lend

This is about feeling something unspoken, but being fearful of what could actually be said...

When you speak I only hear the words that you suppress,
As my heart creaks and cracks it accelerates the breath.
The more friendly we appear, the greater the distress:
With significant effort I continue this process.
Conjuring nightmares of what you could confess,
Comforted by even the most gruesome guess.
The words I lend you massage my loneliness,
Bringing to the surface more knots that I must address.