BOTTLED UP PAIN
BOTTLED UP PAIN
I try to hide it
I try not to have a fit
But when I think about the pain
So many emotions rush in
Reminders of the sin
And even the worst of shame
I have, in the past
Said that we would not last
I have, in the past
Away from you, of myself, cast
I have told you of this pain that you have caused
Told you of the heart you have paused
Yet I hold in so much more
So much I am afraid to pour
I have bottled up pain
That makes me feel I am going insane
And I bottle up this pain
As to not discard your name
And with this bottled up pain
Does fall the driest of rain
And I feel not any moisture
And I see not the green of pasture
Yet see the darkest of hour
And taste the drops of sour
And I bottle this pain up
Yet not drink from a new cup
I merely bottle this pain up
And yes, you know of some of this pain that I hold
Yet I am not so bold
As to show you all the true pain
As to answer you my true name
And so I hold inside all of this pain
And feel not the moisture of the rain
This pain I bottle up
I drink not from a new cup
Yet this pain I bottle up
By: Jana Adams…November 19, 2007
