Words unsaid

I try so hard to hold my tongue

hold in the feelings that I feel bubbling inside.

But when I let them out, I let those feelings go,

I'm the bad one, I'm the one with a problem.

So many times, do I back down.

So many times, I claim the blame

I just don't want to any more,

I am tired of hurting,

I am tired of stepping on eggshells,

I am tired of beating around the bush,

why is everyone can scream at me,

but I can't call anyone else bullshit out.

Oh cause that will make me the bad one.

I give and I give. I put everything of me aside.

I suffer, and the toxicity builds.

It bubbles, it festers

It poison's my soul.

But I guess I am just supposed to allow that.

My health and life doesn't matter to much

apparently.