She hid in her own little dome,

Small and fine,

Waiting for each day to pass by

She bottled up her feelings,

Into a jar,

So that no one could see her tears

Then one day,

An incident came,

The jar was tipped over,

Falling lower and lower

Crash!

And all was let out,

Gushing out of the tea spout

Now everyone could see,

Like falling leaves

Her fears and cries,

Were all pouring out,

As the day she dreaded came about.