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.