An empty bottle I am.
an empty bottle of sadness, anger and pain
with nothing more to gain,
it's just too hard to explain.
Happiness I show, but sadness is beneath my smile.
I laugh and joke and play and wonder for a while,
How long will it take to see my anger through my smile?
To see the invisible tears that never show
and the screams that never sound
these things that people don't know that I show.
Pain is in ever memory I have, It's in everything I say.
I only hope one day for someone to notice and say,
"Are you okay?" and then I'll say; on that day,
"No, I'm not okay and I don't think I ever will be, But...
Thank you anyway."
On that day everyone will see the Real me.
not the happy, laughing person I pretend to be,
but the empty bottle of emotions they don't see in me.
This day, I know, will never happen because people don't care and that's why these emotions I never Bare.
A night mare this must be, because no one can see the sadness in me.
I just can't break down to set it free, and there's no one out there to help me.
Everyone will live happily forever,
but me an angry, sad bottle of pain
I've come to be, will never be Free.
