Suffocated words.

Do you have things you want to say? Things which are pressed back because of certain reasons, or certain people, or certain consequences? There are things that we’re not allowed to say, because our parents don’t allow us to. There are secrets that we can’t share, because we made promises. There are feelings we want to express, but can’t because we’re scared of the result. But shouldn’t they come out? They deserve a chance too, don’t they? Words that overflow in your mind, the speeches to people whom mean a lot to you that you prepare in your head, the confrontations, the witty comebacks, the apologies, the mad raging, the loud declarations of love. They all deserve a chance, don’t they? Cause sometime or another, they’ll come out. 
This one was hard to write - it took me about 15 minutes. Because those words came out all wrong. They just wouldn’t make sense. Because they’ve been suffocated for such a long time that they now have a mind of their own, and they’re all talking at the same time, in a crowded space. Inside my head. And I’m scared. I’m claustrophobic.