The Burst of the Inner Bubble

Inside there’s a bomb I can’t seem to diffuse, I try to put a name on it but it seems there is no use. Is it stress, turmoil or my internal abused, contemplating this I seem to be confused. Knowing I’m smart yet I feel like the common fool. One that can’t seem to grasp a simple concept, keeping it in the dark cause to be viewed like this by others has given me a complex. Visions of me hanging by my neck in a slow suffocating death, acknowledging that this inner bomb has its time set. Hoping for accomplishments before people stand over me and pay there respect, in life I never received nothing except this inner demon I choose to create and accept May the Lord at least at that point bless me with eternal rest…