(A Poem by Yours Truly)

A glass bottle am I,
My contents sloshing 3 feet high
 
Clear I am not,
But inside I hold a lot.
 
Some think I have no worth,
But am I not also an object on this earth?
 
Just because you can't see inside,
Don't assume I have nothing to hide.
 
Secrets, feelings, thoughts all within,
In a place where only I have been.
 
My glass walls, smooth and strong,
Keep my thoughts where they belong.
 
But sometimes, I think,
Just an idea when I'm on the brink,
 
What if, I opened to show
Someone what I think and what I know?
 
The answer comes sharp and fast.
NO! You are just an outcast.
 
No one cares what you think,
Even when you are on the brink.
 
Put your walls back up high and tall,
Because we won't catch you when you fall.
 
Fine, I shall not fall,
I will stay strong on my own.
But if you won't catch me at all,
Why wont you just leave me alone?
 
People, too many people, you see
All poking and prodding and pushing me.
 
I have to stay still, don't move!
Do I have something to prove?
 
Prove to the people who are
The ones hurting me the most by far?
 
But what can you do
When you know no one will catch you?
 
All you know for fact
Is that you cannot be cracked.
 
For what good is a glass
Whose usefulness has come to pass?
 
All the pain and the tears.
Crack.
 
All the hopes and the fears.
Crack.
 
The things I should have said.
Crack.
 
My blood oozing red.
Crack.
 
Every time I've failed, when I've made an error.
Crack.
 
The pain, the scars that won't heal - not ever.
Crack. Crack. CRACK!
 
Finally, I am shattered and broken
With the things that I left unspoken.
 
Just a glass bottle was I
Proud and tall.
But when no one cares,
Even the best will fall.
 
Just a broken bottle, lying on the ground,
Kicked and trampled, never again to be found.