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I have a little bottle,
That I keep inside my head
It holds many bad feelings
And things better left unsaid.

Everyday, I add to it
I fill it to the top
And everyday I wonder
If I will ever stop

When does it get too full?
Its easy enough to tell,
When instead of calm communication
I opt to scream and yell.

The bottle isn't indestructible
Or infinite with room
It only made of glass
And will shatter with the boom.

Once they do escape
And run about all free
I must contain them, once again
The pressure is all on me.

Not those who anger me
Or make me feel upset
Not those who belittle me
Or abuse me if I let

I must keep them contained
Because its all I know to do.
I have to keep them hidden
Or I'll chase away friends, too.

But, there always comes a day
When I've finally had enough
My bottle bursts, my temper rises
And releases all the bad stuff.

And even though I know
That's how it always ends.
Still everyday I pack away
The bad things and pretend.

Pretend that I am okay
And not fit to burst
Pretend I am exceptional
And not hiding the worst.

My bottle is filling

The cork is loosening free

The tidal wave is coming

For everyone else but me.