The Bottle

I found a buried bottle. It was dirt encrusted so I rubbed it clean. It was strange and foreign in shape and form. But, somehow quite familiar and alluring. As I began to remove the stopper it came out quite easily. A genie came forth - bringing with him Hate - lust - anger - envy - and jealousy and many more. I tried to put them back in the bottle. But, they were too large you see. I peered intently into the genie's face and discovered it was............me.