Dreaded Words

Tip-toeing, holding tongues, ignoring, giving up.

It's easier than speaking up,

Just giving in.

You hate the conflict,

Don't want to fight to win.

So you push it down again,

All you left unsaid.

The words desperately 

Claw at you throat,

Wanting to be screamed.

But you choke them back once more,

Each time getting harder to ignore.

Disappointment settles in your heart,

For yourself, for the world, for dreaded words.

And you know it's only a matter of time

before you slip,

And they rip out of that locked and 

Vaulted space in your chest.

It scares you to think of being that out of control,

But secretly you hope it could be that simple.