Bottle

You can't walk around with that look on your face,
You can't let them see your pain,
They always said
So they handed me a bottle and told me to stuff my feelings in it
But when the feelings broke through the glass
Chaos would commence
Monstrous and loud, anger would choke all those who tried to silence it
Depression drains the light, and sends venomous creatures of doubt into the shadows
Anxiety makes the little things seem big and everything seem out of control
Desperation claws at the things it wants that it isn't getting and destroys them
Regret puts on a movie of all the bad things I've done and replays it until I have scratched my eyes out
Need cries out, screams when there's no reply and repeats
Nostalgia writes novels on what could have been
Defiance tells you to break all the rules; you have nothing left to lose

My vocal cords beg anger and need to cease their screaming
My heart begs anxiety to let her beat regularly
My eyes beg depression to return the light, dying under the strain
I reach for the walls and stand up
Their looming figures tackle me to the ground
Screaming, and shouting inside my head
They continue to terrorize me
There is no escaping it
They control me
Always destroying my happiness
I am caught in my own emotional cyclone
And I can't see the light anymore