Entrapped and Restrained,
Enclosed inside my veins.
So nauseous its sickening,
this monstrous contradicting.
So hollow the bottle,
and let out your sorrow.
No matter how much you swallow,
it is still unforgotten tomorrow.
These are not the bottles to empty I seek,
but I know that they render my defenses weak.
The defenses that, I work to get past,
stranded inside a small shell made of glass.
Does anyone truly know who I am?
Including myself, as of now, where I stand?
The bottle I seek is inside.
buried deep with the ego and pride.
as long as the bottle is full, that is where all of which things will lie.
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