There is a glass bottle buried deep inside,
Where my deepest, darkest secrets and fears reside,
Holding my demons, my darkness, and my monsters,
But also my light, my dreams, and my honors
The bottle has a tight lid that can't be unscrewed,
But sometimes they all come out so those fears can be renewed
Crashing, smashing, a destructive waterfall
Out they will come, look at them all
And I think to myself, everyone would be horrified
By all these ugly feelings that I try to hide
They will cry and they will see
Look at it, it's the real me