Overflow

Life is a Bucket

Filling up with stress until you overflow

You try to extend the edge of the bucket

But you never can

You want to hold more water

You need to hold more water

But that’s not how much the bucket was made to hold

You try to hold it all

But people come and pour more in

You hold it in, not wanting to share

You hide any small spills and clear them away 

Before people ask you if you need any help

You don’t want to feel useless

So you hold your own water

And hope no one knocks you over