Literature
Time Bomb
All these feelings are swirling,
Stuck in a little glass ball
Buried deep inside.
They grow and grow,
And there's no way out
For those swirling feelings.
Someday that little glass ball will break,
and the feelings will soar away,
Free.
But the glass will shatter and bury itself in my soul.
I am the ticking time bomb.
If nobody comes to defuse me,
I will explode.