Running water, seeping down my fingers, into the drain,
A whole hearted soul, mind-flooded with rain.
A pot, once bottomless, now covered in vain,
The earth shook the ground to cover up my pain.
Nothing I can do, nothing I can hide,
Can't show them the beast I have inside.
The water is now falling, trickling through my grasp,
Into the pot, which carries my past.
A pit that poured over and flew down the streets,
A pit that holds the bitterness I keep.
