Bottled Up In Glass Poem by Anna Pine

Tears sting my chapped lips, as my silent sobs wreck me from the inside-> out.

The wall I have been putting up for so long, is crumbling under the pressure of life. An earthquake comes by, and the bottled-up emotions fall to the ground feelings I've locked away for years.

Broken glass everywhere to remind me, what comes back around to hurt me. Why can't I hold on for a bit longer? I try so hard- at home- at school- with dance - and friends. Why can't that just be enough? I have nothing else to give.

why can't you see that

It feels like my soul is fading slowly. I crumble bit by bit, piece by piece, until there's nothing left. I feel that quake pass and it left me in shambles.

But my spine holds me up and I don't let you on the outside see the broken of the inside. My bones hold me up enough to look like I have everything pulled together. I smile without my eyes, and I leave out the fraction of a heart I have left intact. I rebuild my wall once again.

Is this enough for you yet?