Bottled up Inside.....

       Bottled Up Inside

When I need to talk.
It seems he's always here.
When I'm sad with anger
He lifts me with his cheer.

He always has a helping hand.
A smile upon his face.
Just having him around,
Adds humor to the place.

I know the real him.
The one thats deep inside
The fear, the pain, the want.
He bottles up to hide.

When he talks I'm there for him.
More than a friend could ever be.
I know that awful feeling haunting him
For it is also haunting me.

It's so hard to hide it.
For the whole world can see.
But for us it will remain bottled
Because it could never be.

Laurabeth Stone  Feb.~2003