That Burning Secret Inside

God, it's eating me alive, this thing I've been carrying around for what feels like forever. I finally typed it out there, 'I have something to confess,' and then I chickened out with a lame 'Hi.' What the hell was I thinking? My mind was racing, heart pounding like a drum in my chest, imagining all the ways this could blow up or set me free. It's this raw urge to spill everything, to let someone in on the mess that's been churning inside me. Maybe it's fear, maybe it's excitement, but it's real and it's messy. I picture myself sitting there, staring at the screen, fingers hovering over the keys, debating if I should dive deeper. The words are on the tip of my tongue, begging to escape, but I'm stuck in this loop of hesitation. It's like a fire under my skin, making me sweat and second-guess every breath. I don't know if it's going to change anything, but damn, it feels good just to admit I'm on the edge of breaking open. And now, here I am, putting it out there because holding it in is killing me slowly. What if this is the start of something? Or what if it's just another dead end? Either way, I'm done pretending it's not there.