Bottled Poem by Danielle Fraser

How long am I going to sit here,
and just keep writing down,
all the feelings that I'm bottling up,
I feel like I'm going to drown.

only the close ones know,
of the pain I'm going through,
thank God for all their help,
but why am I still blue?

during my days,
I still laugh and scream,
but its been different,
since that one emotional dream.

when I sit here and cry,
I think of the reasons,
why is my heart changing,
slowly like the seasons.

one day I'll look back at this,
and laugh at my mistake,
it's gonna seem so stupid,
how my smile had to be fake.

I think of how young I am,
and my choices are incorrect
but nobody is perfect,
at least we have that one checked.

it gets too much sometimes,
and I know its hard to handle
but when I walk out the door,
my flame burns strong like a candle.

did you know though,
that candles one day will burn out,
melt into pieces,
and be messed all about.

that's like me right now,
I've started to burn,
I'm beginning to break,
and hell I'm making one big mistake.

I actually don't know,
if it's a mistake that I'm making.
but at the end of the day,
it's my heart that's breaking.