My feelings are suppressed
What's the point of all these tests?
Keep my emotions bottled up
Keep them safe inside a cup.
Did you ever notice that
I tell you lies just like a rat?
Like when I tell you that I'm fine
I'm just repeating a line.
My emotions swirl around
And my thoughts still keep me bound.
Now they both start to spiral,
But not like going viral.
They head down into a pit,
Maybe I should start to knit?
I feel so overwhelmed,
It's like I'm in a different realm.
The bottle now in pieces,
I guess this must be the thesis?
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