Like a Bottle of Soda

I'm like a bottle of soda, I look still & calm until you open me up & have emotions and words rise to the top, being spilt all over the floor because you couldn't hold me still.. you had to drop me and you broke down all the walls that I've built to protect myself. somewhere in this mess I forgot how to feel okay again. So you lost me like you lost the cap of the bottle and didn’t bother trying to reconcile what you just opened... but then again nobody bothers closing a bottle of flat soda anymore

This poem is about: 
Me

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