my life is a bottle
in which i keep my pains
i try to always act happy
to overlook life's stains

but instead i hide them
my feelings, way down inside
where noone can see them
i try to make my feelings abide

i bottle things up in me
so everyone will say
"he's always so happy,
from june to may"

i say to myself
that bad things dont matter
i overlook the bad things
they only make life sadder

but in truth i dont
dont overlook the bad
i lock it up inside
until i explode and get mad

get mad at the world
get mad at myself
when i let it all out
to people, and myself

take for example my girlfriend
i dont tell her what i think
atleast not things that will hurt her
and make her heart sink

but then it all comes pouring out
all my thought that have been locked up inside
and she didnt know they existed
i couldnt make my feelings abide

she wants me to tell her
what im thinking at the time
but its so hard to do
because im supposed to be on her side

im supposed to back her up
on all that she does right?
not go aginst her
as sometimes i might

she knows that we dont agree
on some things anyway
but i guess its still hard
to say what i need to say


no i dont want to break up with her, and she knows that i dont agree with her somethimes and she wants me to tell her what im thinking, the only problem is it doesnt feel right sometimes
anyway thats the poem, i kinda got off subject but it just flowed with my thoughts, sorry about that