Trapped In A Bottle

How true it is when they say that crowds never secure a man from loneliness.
A human can scream and shout for help out of despair, only to be like a beetle trapped in a bottle, where it is left to the horror of its own wounded fate, resembling into the echo of an inevitable death, while the outside, all glittery and gay, passes the pretense of serenity and sanity, outrages upon the simplicity of a sincere heart and desecrates the ideals of purity and charity.

Many of us, at least once, get into a bottle and scream, and some make it out, while others find their resting place inside the suffocating bottle.