Bottle of secrets

I am a bottle full of secrets. Put pressure and I will explode, and I will take my secrets along with me. Nobody will know.

I wanted to rise above this but right now I can’t see a finish line, just a continous and unending loop of events.

I want help but the people I can run to for help are running their own marathon. I hate my weak heart. I always sympathize and sacrifice. I never take anything that isn’t mine of the consequence is another person suffering. I’d rather carry that burden alone. Seal it in my bottle of secrets.