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Bottles
Bottles, bottles, and more bottles,
Collected in my heart.
Bottles of everyone’s emotions,
To be sure I can watch over them.
Bottles of happiness flood over my heart
Making it skip a few beats due to
Being happy for them, so I keep them there,
To be sure I can watch over them.
Bottles of anger drench my muscles and mouth
Making them become violent creature I must control.
Being their anger and comfort for them, so I keep them here,
To be sure I can watch over them.
Bottles of sadness and a melancholy song fill my brain
Making them absorb the feelings out of instinct
Pushing them down to keep the bottles empty, so I keep them here,
To be sure I can watch over them.
Bottles, bottles, and more bottles,
Of my own happiness I made.
Every request is one more off the shelf.
To be sure I can watch over them.
Bottles escape my grasp each day with another request.
Today a bottle slipped, while trying to get it myself.
My own happiness dispersed into thin air.
To be sure it can watch over them.
One bottle left, so many people.
I make fake bottles, they look happy
Made of the sadness I kept all these years,
To be sure I can watch over them.
Bottles, bottles, and more bottles,
Collected in my heart.
Bottles of everyone’s emotions
To be sure I can watch over them.
One day, I wondered,
Does anyone watch my bottles?
Do they know my worries, like I do theirs?
Are my bottles just used for their own pleasure?
What makes me collect theirs, when no one even collects mine?
Knowing their bottles may be fake, I smashed one today.
The glass scattered across the abyss that has been
Forever beneath my feet.
Shards impaling and slithering across my skin,
Sharp as knives, cutting them open.
The bottle unleashed a mighty roar
Of blue and red, no yellow like intended.
The fake happiness was breaking me
Just like my own did.
Today, I finally gave an angry bottle
To one of my dearest friends.
She shook me off, not accepting
A bottle not to her own advantages.
Person by person,
Bottle by bottle,
Figuring out
This world is full of fakes.
Different fakes,
Different intentions,
Different outcomes.
Faking friendship,
Broken trust,
Lonely people even lonelier.
Faking bottles,
Broken glass,
Confusion of their own emotions.
Faking happiness,
Something known well to me.
Faking happiness,
Broken hearts and minds,
Depending on others happiness to survive.
Bottles, bottles, and more bottles
Collected in my head.
Bottles of everyone’s fake emotions,
To be sure I can never fall for this again.
Bottles, bottles, and more bottles
Collected in my heart.
Bottles of everyone’s fake friendships,
To be sure to trust no one.
Bottles, bottles, and more bottles
Collected in my body.
Bottles of my own fake happiness
To be sure that only liars are okay in the end.
