Spilling

It's as if I am drowning,

Struggling to keep my head up

In water so deep it spills over the edges

And splatters onto the floor.

It's as if I am on my tip-toes,

Barely able to touch the bottom,

And most of the time, it's okay,

But every wave pushes me underwater.

I sputter and cry out, but it's in my mouth

And spilling every time I speak.

It drips from the ceiling, an endless flood,

Filling all the buckets in my mind.

There's too much to bottle and store,

Too much to seal away,

But I must try or else I'll drown

In all the things I can't contain. 

It's spilling all around me,

Soaking everyone who comes close,

Clinging to their skin and clothes,

A reminder of the mess I've made.

It's as if I can't find the bottom

For more than a second.

My toes brush against the rocks

And try to cling to them.

It's as if I'm drowning,

In a torrent of myself.

I can't drown it out with anything

Because the flood comes from inside.