Bottles

Bottles

I’ve never been great

at expressing my feelings.

I try to get things out and they end up this big

jumbled

mess

So i keep everything in bottles

little plastic ones, like the ones for rich people water

with paintings of mountains

or advertising

plastered right there on the side

neatly packed

tightly wrapped

but with these tiny

awful

holes

nothing gets out without making a huge mess

my favorite is the anger

i label all the bottles with different kinds of anger

at the world

at my parents

at my friends

but labels are funny

tricksy

little things

you can label any bottle with anything

true

false

neither

it doesn’t matter

all that anger isn’t at the world

at my parents

at my friends

it’s at myself

and it’s almost sealed up

if not for those

tiny

awful

holes