Persecution

I have always believed that words are better written than said or maybe it is just the writer in me that thinks that. Not sure. One thing is certain and it is that blank pages , and it's evil sidekick have become one of my worst enemies, taunting me, willing me almost daring me to feed their desire, quench their thirst with my thoughts and devour my feelings and emotions. They beckon out to me, calling out my name filling my head with ideas and drinking from my wisdom. Why can't they just leave me alone? Why can't I quiet these voices that beg my attention almost bringing me to the brink of insanity? Leave me alone. Let me live within myself. Let me indulge myself in something that I am familiar with. Let me rebuild the walls around my heart that once granted me security and peace. Let me swallow my words and block you from reading my mind. Why must you want to know what is on the inside when my outside is so visible? Can't you tell that you are not welcomed? Ha I say. Try and get it all out of me. Sip from my veins and steal from my very essence because there is a secret I would never tell. So go ahead and use all of your tactics, utilize all of your gimmicks because for this...I am mute.