My Little Bottle

In my little bottle I gather up my rays of sunshine,
my rays of happiness and glee.
In my little bottle I gather up my friends and family.
In my little bottle I stop negativity from entering,
entering into my little bottle.
But it doesn't stop those girls,
those guys.
From entering my little bottle.
The darkness seeps in,
like a disease,
a virus,
a shadow,
a knife.
In my little bottle I gather up my sunshine,
my rays of sadness and tears.
In my little bottle I gather up my bullies and enemies.
In my little bottle my blood runs cold.
The once beautiful day,
was crowded by cloud and rain.
In my little bottle...
My little bottle...
Little bottle...
bOtLe...

~Nadine

This poem is about: 
Our world

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