I internally write down my love, compassion and such stuff it all into a bottle, and unknowingly push in the cork— no, shove Later, it washes up on a beach but without the message I put in but rather angry words, scarring words I had always meant to keep in The words reach everyone that was never intended to hear them In fact, I never even intended to breath them But now that all my anger has been expressed Saltwater tears are all that’s left.