Inside my heart, there is a little jar.
Cork stopper, made of glass,
Filled with a swirl of emotions.
Jealousy. Greed. Anger. Sadness.
All the things I'm afraid to let out.
All the things I'm afraid to express.
All the things I'm afraid to show to the world.
And I don't.
Until my Pandora's Box
Explodes with the sheer amount that is stored inside.
And then the jar is repaired and the process begins again.