Poetry Shorts

Realization

I haven't noticed

I talk about this so called bottle in me

How its breaking and cracking

But the truth is,

It shattered the moment I realized it was there

After that one moment

I cried more often

I ranted more

I was a mess

Everything was going downhill

And it still is.

So all this time...

I was already broken

And just trying to escape the truth...