Broken Red Bottle

In a red bottle
Of swirling color
My emotions twirl
A thousand voices scream aloud
Not one of them is heard
My lips crack as I smile
Chains are shackled to my wrists
Dark ropes of self restraint bind my feet
My eyes burn from not blinking
My limbs are numb from walking through the movements
I'm trying to freeze my heart
Taking a fire extinguisher to it
I haven't yet learned
That emotions where not made to be contained
In fact, they where not made at all
I hold on tighter
Yet feel my grasp slipping
I'm sitting, rocking
All alone...
Alone.....it echo's
Alone waiting on a bus that will never come
I freeze in shock
What was that?
I turn my head
Expression, expressionless
'Miss, are you okay?'
A warm hand tentivly touches my shoulder
Kind, tender, caring
I cry, I can feel the bottle cracking
As the first of many slip down my cheeks
I am being held,
Carefully
Gently as if I could break
But I won't
Suddenly, I am very free
I find my self smiling
For the first time,
the red bottle empty
Sometimes, you have to be broken to mend
My heart is suddenly very, very, full.