Metaphors, Euphoria and Paranoia

Here I am-- again Grabbing my pen, scribbling my pain Into bleeding and excruciating words That might end up killing me. Damn, I need to let this out! I need to release all the dramas and doubt. My pen cries of simile again Fighting considerately in vain, Creating make-believe stories, Drowned in almost vivid memories. I try to ensconce myself In awesome poems and proses While gripping thorny roses Trying to fix my broken self. Metaphors that speak euphoria, Rhymes that sound like paranoia, Stanzas full of painful battles Writing frustrations with beautiful titles-- Out of melancholy or perhaps emptiness-- I locked my soul in unreal happiness. I opted to unspoken dialogues Where I never have second thoughts on monologues. This is how I silently wept. This is where my thoughts are kept.