Addicted Poet (Acrostic)

And the world teaches us to climb one tree: reality.
Daring to dream of anything else is said to only
Delude others, but the pen's pulse gives me another life.
I don't know what to speak, I can't let my life hit blindly,
Colors screaming at me- emotions ripping my sanity
To see the world as a painting, to envision a paradise
Endless amounts of energy I don't always know how to face.
Demises shadow me, and I reveal the truth through words.

Placing my soul in poetry's strength, because my mind is
Open in an ocean no one sees.....or can save me from
Except passion's inner consciousness I deny myself of,
The searching h u n g r y poet named me.