Bottled Up
Bottled Up
Sad, miserable, lonely, helpless
In my own shell
With no one caring, with no one
Giving a damn
I am on a crash course
I am on a self-destructive path
Seemingly, an inevitable fate
Fate embedded in perpetual misfortune
It’s one of those sad stories
I bottle up my emotions
I bottle up everything
They say I fear reprisals
Whether true or not
My respite is a century away I
wish I could change it
I wish I could do something about it
I wish I the earth would swallow me
I wish I were in a land far away but I am
Sad, miserable, lonely and helpless.
Written by
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Takudzwa Larry Chiwanza
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