Bottled

Bottled

Bottled anger fizzles to the top

By refusing to open the lid she will soon explode

Smiling on the outside with her friends

With them she lives through rose colored glasses

Forgetting their challenged lives

Over whelmed by the bloodlust consuming her

Self-rejection is what she'll choose

Letting go of her sanity

Giving into the urges within

Pain upon others is better than upon herself

Keeping the bottle closed is the only option

What's inside nobody can handle