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Unbottle
Bottled up emotions never make much a commosion,
Til' they rise up like the ocean, glass weakened from the corrosion
The surface remains smooth, but you know it is wearing thin
Both the water and the bottle remain turbulent within
The burdens, pains removed, prepare a glass and pour them in
you'll totter as you're throttled by an insane virulent grin
Drink away, quench your thirst, this bitter taste beguiles
Blink and say, prepare for worst, they've been here all the while
The tears that build upon release, when bottles poured and cup is filled,
They smear that makeup down your cheeks, coddled no more, they must be killed.
Finally, the feelings finish their journey from your mind,
To your bottle, to your lips, as they are both unsealed in kind
Force out all the stress, expose your inner self undressed,
Though you may look like a mess, trust that this is for the best
Tomorrow you will wake to feel reborn, rejuvenated,
No more will you be reeling from the scorn you've always hated,
No trouble can touch you, you will now become immune
No rubble can crush you, since you drowned before you flew
Til' they rise up like the ocean, glass weakened from the corrosion
The surface remains smooth, but you know it is wearing thin
Both the water and the bottle remain turbulent within
The burdens, pains removed, prepare a glass and pour them in
you'll totter as you're throttled by an insane virulent grin
Drink away, quench your thirst, this bitter taste beguiles
Blink and say, prepare for worst, they've been here all the while
The tears that build upon release, when bottles poured and cup is filled,
They smear that makeup down your cheeks, coddled no more, they must be killed.
Finally, the feelings finish their journey from your mind,
To your bottle, to your lips, as they are both unsealed in kind
Force out all the stress, expose your inner self undressed,
Though you may look like a mess, trust that this is for the best
Tomorrow you will wake to feel reborn, rejuvenated,
No more will you be reeling from the scorn you've always hated,
No trouble can touch you, you will now become immune
No rubble can crush you, since you drowned before you flew
Published 1st May 2018
| Edited 2nd May 2018
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