Confined and Restricted

Stuck in this bottle. Where do I go? I feel like I've lost all control. This feeling it hurts. I wish I could show. My thoughts are consuming. They even overflow. This bottle is small. My my aspirations are to large. I wish I could finally take charge. My mind was once beautiful. My heart was once pure. This world tore me apart. It left me nothing more. Just a little light to fix these dark clouds. I'm all out of fight. I started getting used to the night