Bottled. With a tight lidA heart to survive
but no soul to defend
just a solid wall
in the form of human skin
unlike the barriers
meant to keep things out
I feel enclosed
nothing more that i want to do except to scream and shout
but i refrain
keeping my emotions inside
sitting and watching
letting this world pass by
No sense of obligation
no feelings of "I must"
just me and a shell
that is about ready to bust.
Love"Hey! What're you scribbling on your notebook?"
"It's always nothing. Com'n, tell me." With that she snatched the notebook from him and caught him offguard. She was only able to read the first few words that he snatched it back from her.
"Love doesn't exist?" She asked in a confused tone
"It's nothing alright!"
"It is something. What are you not telling me?"
"I said it's NOTHING" a rage in his voice. She was taken aback by his anger that she couldn't reply in fear.
After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of reacted the way I did."
"It's okay. It's not your fault."
"The thing is I don't want people to know how I feel about things."
"You can tell me. You know you can trust me. Please tell me. I want to help you. How can you say love doesn't exist. What about your mom? A mom always loves her child."
"My mom left me and my dad when I was five for another man." His reply was cold.
"I'm sorry. I....I didn't know. But your dad loves you right?"