Thoughts While Pacing

I've lit the match,

My mind is burning,

My arms are yearning,

My thoughts are turning

into things I can't catch.

I can't stop the fire,

The walls are aflame,

I should carry the shame,

Only I am to blame

for the red reaching higher.

I'm starting to choke,

My mind is too brash,

My thoughts turn to ash,

My body will crash,

I can't see through the smoke.

I'm only dramatic,

There is no fire,

The situation isn't dire,

I've just tripped over the wire,

Locked in my mind's attic.