The Invisible Emotion

The darkness is a part of ourselves
Deep within each and every one of us
Consuming us, slowly but surely
Swirling with anger,
A tiny bottle contained within,
Cracks and shatters
Littering pieces of glass,
That cut your insides,
And what was held in the bottle
Now swarms your body
Filling you with frustration
Breaking you to tiny shards of dust
And when the wind blows
It carries you away with it
Leaving you with no humanity
Just a body without a soul