The Glass Bottle
There...
Right there he sulks
To himself
...To himself
"I don't care..."
He doesn't really give a damn
About anyone but himself
...But himself
Bottling it up inside
His own mind...his only place to hide
Let the worries, thoughts, emotions
Fill the bottle up
Contempt...
A contempt look in his eyes
...His eyes
Feel...
Feel the stare down, cold and reflective
As steel
...As steel
The shell, the glass bottle
Reflects your words back to you
Like talking, literally, to a wall
You cannot take away his pain
You try to at least talk with him
But his look shoves you away
He thinks about what you said though
Not sharing his thoughts, he fills the bottle more
Running...
He's always running from his past
...From his past
Figuring...
He figures his future will cure what he lacks
...What he lacks
Seeing his childhood as a disgrace
One memory of his past still remains
The number of times, seeing the boy
Himself as the boy...fills the bottle even more
Ticked...
He's ticked that you won't leave him alone
...Alone
Sick...
Feeling sick to his stomach, he walks off...
Alone
The weight of the bottle
Pushing him down
Too much he's stored
Starts to spill out
Quick! Screw the lid tight
The stress of it increases its contents
The bottle explodes, out of control
The glass is broken
The pieces scatter, damaging anyone in their path
Broken down now, he cannot save himself
He cannot hold back any longer...
Down...
He's so down...he can't pick himself up
...Up
Torn...
His heart and mind torn
Gazing upon the broken pieces...
Of his glass bottle.