Bubbles

I feel like bubble in the belly of a monster.
Release me with a belch so I can move yonder.
Wherever I end up or happen to wander,
I'm probably going to pop.

You keep trying to keep me down,
And I've been begging for you to stop.
I won't easily be washed away,
So don't use your tongue as a mop.
This cage that you call your stomach rumbles,
And I'm rising up to the the top.

Stop trying to swallow me down.
Your spit isn't making me drown.
You might slow me from my high,
But if you hold me down forever,
We're both going to die.