My life

All true

I keep my feelings in a bottle on my dresser,

if only I wasn't too scared to open it.

The last time I opened it,

hell broke loose.

I got hurt,

and needed a new bottle.

I broke in half,

and I died inside.

I was never the same again. 

And I never will be. 

I fear for my emotions,

my social life,

and my mental health.

For I am crazy.

Author's Note

Lemme know what you think!