She bottles up her tears.
Put them im a glass jar.
A label with drink me.
She never could face her fears.
Thats why she never opened up.
Or tried to with no luck.
Because she was mad.
They all thought she was glad.
They couldn't understand her brain.
They wouldn't understand her pain.
Or what she was going through.
She crumbled like a cookie.
She filled the room with tears.
Drenching her dress with the sorrowful liquid.
She will never stop blaming herself.
Thinking she was just in wonderland.
