Hand me a bottle...

One minute
I'm fine
The next
Anger is mine,
I bottle up
Emotions 
Like little
Magic potions,
I keep them
At arms length 
For when I 
Need my strength, 
Pink,
Blue,
Yellow, 
Or purple,
Depends on 
The day or 
How I'm hurting,
The darkest 
Bottle of all
Is anger,
This one gets 
Bigger and
Bigger,
Some days 
I can't drink it,
Some days 
I can't see it,
One day
I'll pour it,
One day
I'll gulp it,
But never
Will I 
Waste it,
I will use 
This bottle
With caution,
As I'll not 
Control myself,
I will sip
Then savour,
Just to feel
What's left,
Every drip 
Will count,
Or my anger
Will mount,
It's always 
A moment 
To fear,
When a 
Bottle 
Is near,
So next time 
When the 
Magic is here
Hand me a bottle
Before my 
Anger is here...