Bottled Up

Little bottle of the heart
Drained drops you collect
Of sorrow, anger and the like
Hidden from the world
To boil and brew and stew
Turmoil added every day
Obscured behind the mask
To please the people
Fake the feels of happiness
Explosive device you make
That when the limits reached
You’re full beyond your measure
A detonation you will take
Ugly burst of toxic words
Unleashed upon this earth
For building up is stocking up
Unhealthy habit to collect
Your feelings you are entitled to
To deal with them the best
To take the bull by the horns
And face it with your truth
For burying all this hurt
Only punishes you

Debbie Gravett © 2020.02.06

RDP: Explosive
Image by Comfreak from Pixabay

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