Team Sayori

I blow dust off my bottle caps.
It doesn't feel like time e laps ed.
My empty shelf could use some more. 
My friends look through my locked front door. 

Finally, all done. I open up, and in come my friends. 
In they come, in such a hurry. 
Do they want my bottles that much? 
I frantically pull them from the shelf, o_e after the other. 
Holding them out to each and every friend. 
Each and every bottle. 
But every time I let o_e go, it shatters against the tile between my feet.
 Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in shards, all over the floor. 

They were supposed to be for my friends, my friends who aren't smiling. 
They're all shouting, pleading. Something. 
But all I hear is echo, echo, echo, echo, echo Inside my head.