What they spit I keep in a glass bottle tainted black
They can't see and think it's fine so fill it more and more.
When it's full to the brim with bitter drink it's body begins to crack
The contents shown but still trying to hide as it drips onto the floor.
They see it slip through my fingers as I try to make it seem
Better so they ignore it still, they're a bunch of fakes
They shrug it off like it's in their minds or it's just my day dream
They selfishly still fill it too much and then the bottle breaks.
The shattered glass flies, the person closest is cut
My bloodied hands drenched and burned with the sour spill
Raving, ranting, lashing out will never stop this rut
Gather the glass and piece it together so everything's fine until
The bottle breaks.
NaiKhanomDtom Community Member 
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