Chasing Me

I'm using it again.
I'm feeling it right here, at this very moment.
The drive is here, and it's provoking me.
The passion starts to entice me, suffocate me.
And, wait...there's something else.
Oh, the words. Sad words. Bitter words.
Each one of them is beating.
But I couldn't hear any sound.
I should be yelling right now.
The words are throwing sadness and aches.
And they are all rushing toward my direction.
Is this real? Are they all real?
Am i real?