I hold my breath, <br />And force myself to breathe, <br />I take another step, <br />And then I'm close to being free. <br />That is how I feel, <br />When I can't tell anyone, <br />What I think, <br />Because I bottled it all inside. <br />I can't say what is wrong with me, <br />Or it's another seven hour lecture, <br />Or I will get yelled at for putting what I feel, <br />On facebook or twitter. <br />I don't understand why, <br />I feel like this, <br />I'm enforcing myself to stay bottled up, <br />For a reason. <br />And I don't know what kind of reason, <br />Because if I did, <br />I would allow myself, <br />To write it in this poem. <br />When I feel sad or alone, <br />I cry a little, <br />But then die inside, <br />And I don't let anyone see it. <br />I pretend I'm happy, <br />Whenever you catch a glimpse of my smile, <br />But I'm not, <br />Because I'm faking everything - hopefully for awhile. <br />And when I say 'this was the best day ever, ' <br />Don't forget those words, <br />Because they are true, <br />No matter if I have a smile or a frown on my face. <br />And when I say 'I'm fine, ' <br />And you see me looking through the window, <br />Hug me and say that I'm not fine, <br />And ask me what's wrong. <br />Don't stop asking, <br />If I say 'I'm fine, ' <br />Because you know I'm not, <br />And then I'll give in and tell you.<br /><br />Alicia Meyers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bottled-up-6/
