Glass Bottle

Tall glass bottle in a line.
Coloured label says 'I'm fine.'

People look but don't perceive.
'Nothing's wrong,' they say, and leave.
But beneath bottle's darkened glass,
Through the green obscuring mask,

This is where the real truth lives,
Far from the 'truth' the label gives.
This is where the secrets lie,
The thick glass muffling their cry.
Angry liquids scream and swirl.
Bubbles fizz and gases whirl.

Stormy colours twist around,
Trying so hard to break their bounds.
The bottle top begins to lift,
Loosened by the inner rift.
Bottle screws it on again.
There's no escape for the pain.
Bottle it up, keep it down.
Stop the pain from being found.

Don't let it surface, close your eyes.
Hide the hate in a disguise.
Dress the anger, clothe the bare.
What can't be seen cannot be there.
Never look and face your fear.
What can't be seen cannot be here.
But pain is stronger than brittle glass.
Tall glass bottle will not last.
Tall glass bottle starts to shake.
Tall glass bottle falls and breaks.
Shards of glass adorn the floor.

Tall glass bottle is no more.