Bottled Up
Is feeling hate
So strongly a crime
Because that's all I feel as of late
Causing me to explode at the drop of the dime
Making friends leave my side
Leaving no one left to talk to
Due to the hate I keep inside
Leaving me with no one to help me through
The worst that is yet to come
Having to fight this alone
Maybe I'll only have to cut some
To make my heart like stone
Again to keep this hate locked away
Until I feel my heart can be told
That it doesn't have to go or stay
And it no longer has to be cold
Copyright © Matthew Goodson | Year Posted 2006
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