It's driving me crazy,

This need to talk.
How can I explain this need, this pain,
Without driving away you, too?
For without intention I end up imposing
Myself on others, ending up lonely, again.

Where did it start, I think I know.
The more important thing is how do I solve
This thing, this curse, which keeps getting worse.
I try to reach out, grab onto someone,
But they kick and get away. Leaving me to drown.
And it hurts. Oh, how it hurts.

So I'm left here alone,
Beneath the sunny waves of anguish.
Dragging people underneath, then wondering
Why they try next to break free...

I cannot know when the next time would be,
When one of them would talk to me.
I guess that is why I can't hold myself
From revealing my pain-distorted half.

...The one that is limited to my poetry