I collect emotions, like stamps
No one I can show them to
Some hurt, some chafe
But I keep them all very safe

All that my mind sees
All that my body experiences
Remain trapped in a cyst
Almost as big as my fist

I am a bottle – I think.
Can't say "I feel" that way
Because, I'm not sure
I can do that anymore.

My lid sealed tight
Filled from the inside
Forever brimming
Yet, never spilling

Happiness seems extinct
Desolation in every precinct
Of mind and heart
Both equally torn apart