I kept my mouth shut because I was afraid of what would come out if I dared to speak. I thought I would explode from the pressure of trying to keep the seal tight for all those years. But for every year that I had said nothing, the poison had seeped unnoticeably and now permeated every pore of my body.
I oozed green and red with anger and despair and indifference and everything in between. It was a roller-coaster ride between the hottest points in hell, and I dwelled there, in this self-imposed prison that I was unwilling to leave.