Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Blessing Or Curse?

It's strange to explain how a person could be so introverted by their thoughts.
It's like the loneliness feeds on me,
Creating a giant hole in my heart.
Being a writer, was it a blessing or a curse?
On different occasions, you get the thrill of conveying your emotions into words;
Emotions bottled up inside, looking for a way to escape.
It's beautiful how an emotion can be solemnly described by a few words,
And mean so much.
The thrill, the drive, the immerse hunger, the urge to write;
It's unspeakable.
But when the Dust settles, in reality,
I am a prisoner to my own thoughts.
I have no say or control, over what I feel or do.
It's like an explosion of feelings inside of me,
And it's burning me alive from the inside out.
You see me voicing words in a spoken word poetry,
But what you don't see, is a boy yelling help from the top of his voice,
With fumes of smoke escalating from his lips,
As he screams, but no-one hears him.
I go back to the comfort of my bed, where my demons lie in wait for me,
Ready to whisper strange thoughts in my head.
What good is this illusion of beauty, If I'm slowing dying?
Please, I need to breathe, where did all my oxygen go?