Story Part 3

When those bottled feelings came out,

I didn't understand,

The full,

Entire,

Extent of them.

I was scared,

I felt alone,

And my beliefs were shaken,

To the bone.

Then,

She told me,

With a sharp tongue and a sharper tone,

How could you be so sad,

When you have such a nice home?

Millions of kids are out there,

Without so much as a roof,

And yet they are so happy,

Clearly unlike you.

She doesn't understand,

How much those words hurt me that day.

Since then I've bottled up my feelings,

And stuffed them away.