Glass bottle

My glass bottle was once quite small

The white lies i told were a brilliant disguise

The camouflage i had worn like an old rag doll

Even when covered my feelings were never truly downsized

All the deep dark Emotional i have stays bottled up on the inside

Locked up tight with no key in sight

Compressing until nothing else has room to run and hide

If anyone was to come in my doors to look inside, it would be such a fright

Quite frankly my inside thoughts still seem to haunt me

Letting someone see that Vulnerable side of me will really sting

I keep feeling like its the same old thing and it will alway be

I don't see anything good it has to bring

So I keep inside until it comes shooting out like a rocket Shooting off into the sky

Then i try to let people in but i get filled again with so much doubt

In the end people's Facial expressions turn into yet again, another sigh

my bottle bursting is another fight that tends to turn into a brawl

Then i struggle with the universe knocking The pieces out my hand

It not so bad, Maybe it's trying to tell me to stop building up that wall Like maybe stop hiding and take a stand

Now the lies i tell aren't so clever, they're crystal clear and people see right through them

I'm so numb to the feeling of getting better

That I have become a shell of a person i don't acknowledge ever

My bottle seems to grow with bigger seartes and more to hide

Then it Explode with the idea of a Terrible surprise

believe It's wrong that this coping Mechanism didn't come with a guide

But in the end I know that opening up it the best prize