Bottled Up

Hunched over in my corner
I steal myself away from the rest
Drawing stares from all directions.
"What's wrong?" they say
And ask with each coming moment.
Curious it is how they wonder now,
Now when all is too far
To be helped and changed.
Now they ponder and notice
When fate has already taken it's turn,
Creating a sunken path for me to fall in step to.
Too late is the hour for me to go back
I kept it all inside
And now when called for
It is too late..