Bottled Up

Wed, 11/29/2017 - 10:23 -- LCisOTP

I bottle it up,

Push it down.

I'll deal with it later.

Later is not an option.

Now!

Now!

Everything comes,

All at once.

The bottle breaks.

I'm wrecked.

Deal now!

Deal now!

I can't sift through the vast sea,

Of what all my emotions have made me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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