Tell Me What's Worse

The thing is you can never realize when I am about to blow,
ready to let go,
of just about everything on the inside of my head,
the things you sit in your bed,
hoping will never come true,
the stuff that will never happen to you.
I will just sit and spray,
and you will have to pray,
that the relentless
words will be a mess,
in your mind and hope to God I am at my peak,
of all that I have had in my head. When I no longer care about if I am weak.
I will speak everything off the top of my head,
the words will hit you like lead
to the chest.
I will just sit and confess,
the words I have withheld for so long.
I no longer have a sense of write and wrong,
but the words in my heart,
the ones that can rip everything we had apart.
All I know the words that I will say,
will set the world off it's way.
I will literally rock the world off its course.
So tell me what's worse,
no longer holding my tongue,
or holding these words unsung.