A Bottle's Dilemma

I'm still a bottle.
No matter how I protest and defy my fate.

I'm modest.
But I also hope I can be flamboyant,
to tell you I dare to be different.

I want to know do you have other bottles.
Am I the only one
or a neglected one?

I try to tell myself I'm unique.
But your smile tells me I'm just a normal bottle,
I also have feeling, I also have emotion.

Is something inside me your cup of tea?
I don't think so.

Because I'm still a bottle.
You would never notice me
and I will remain as an outsider,
a bottle.