It is difficult to express emotion; to society, I appear standoffish. I keep my feelings locked securely; they are safer in a bottle.
Whether to comfort a friend with soothing words or partake in cries of delight, weak and bruised with invisible scars strangled by fear; my emotions continue to hide.
Frequently with the crack of a smile, the lid is ajar. As an emotion slowly rises over the edge other emotions start to rush to the surface, I mentally take hold; firmly tightening the cover.
A gentle hand is needed to loosen the temporary shelter. Someday I hope to open that bottle and let the emotions flow.