Bottling up our bottled up emotions
Fear, anger, sadness, negativity
Who are we?
Our bottled up emotions come out
When the tidal waves of our suicidal age
Break the glass bottles
Rolling them on the sand
Crunching them for use into fine, sharp pieces
For us
Because we need a canvas to express
And let out our emotions
Like swirling bees
They buzz around our heads
These glass bottles store our mind and imagination
Not thr ones where you play with unicorns
But the one of guns
Hanging off the ceiling fan
And jumping trying to fly.
Tragic & pathetic.
And we joke around our minds
While we bottle up our bottled up emotions.
