The Things I Never Said

there are words sitting behind my teeth wishing to break free. like a door locked without a key. they ask questions that I can't answer. why have a voice if I can't speak? like an empty chair that no one would sit on. It's useless... I have words that want to be said. but does it matter? would they ask if they cared? a voice disappearing without a owner. useless. a storm without an end is like a voice without a sound. why say it if it's never heard.