Bottles

i know i have emotions inside
all bottled up, waiting to be let out
believe me 
i know
i have hate and rage and sadness inside
fear and bitterness and longing, too
but they're just waiting in there
waiting to be released 
it's like all the bottles
are on an unstable shelf
just a tad more weight
and the whole thing will come crashing down
it's a strange feeling
waiting for the weight
that finally sends the bottles crashing
often even wanting for it
it's not as if there's any way to remove the bottles
it's not as if anyone will help take them down
and it's certainly not as if someone 
anyone for that matter cares enough to 
i suppose at one point i had people who cared
people who could help take down the bottles
but those people are long gone
and i am long dead in their eyes
- Pvpermclean
Category:Poetry