No one realizes the pressure words have, until you let them go. No one realizes they're building up inside, vying a way to escape.

Over the years, they've built up. Everything unsaid clawing its' way up my throat, creeping its' way onto my tongue, until finally, it has burst from my mouth, only waiting for my command. My OK.

Except I never give it.

The words just lay there. On my tongue, waiting to be spoken.

They never are.