over flow — Summary

... I can only push it down so long Now I'm breaking down Tears fall even though I try to stop them Like holding a lid on a boiling pan That's trying to boil over Hands and arns burnt and blistered But I hold it down It spits and hisses It hurt and it makes things worse But I'm to scared to let go Not here not yet! Keep on holding it down A bubble balloons I'm my chest I can't breathe, I'm holding my breath Untill I reach home or see my mum I finally let go The pot boils over... I break down crieing and I can't stop Loud painfull sobs I've kept it in so long I don't know why or what courses it There's nothing that can help Like a river just let it take its course Untill i go quite it's so exhausting Now all I want is to hug something, Cuddle with my mum hugging me Or lay flat on my ded Till the huming in my head stops

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Katie Foster's "over flow" is about trying to hold back overwhelming emotion and what happens when it finally gets out. The speaker compares herself to someone pressing a lid onto a boiling pan. Her hands and arms are burnt, and the pot spits and hisses, yet she keeps holding it down because she is too scared to let go in public. "Not here not yet!" captures that panic well, and the bubble in her chest and held breath make the strain feel physical.

When she reaches home or sees her mum, the pot boils over. The sobbing is loud and painful, and she admits she doesn't know why it is happening or what causes it. Instead of fighting it, she lets it run "like a river" until she goes quiet.

The mood is raw, tired and honest. By the end it softens into a simple wish for comfort: a hug from her mum, or lying flat on her bed until the humming in her head stops.

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