Poet, maybe?

This is a poem I wrote one day after class. It really captured what this addiction makes me feel, makes me do. I don't think I could have expressed it any better than this.

4/9/13
Cover, hide and run away
These are the things I feel today

Too much to bear
I cannot stay

So I run and I weep and I cower in shame
Too much to bear this flickering flame

And lest it go out
I cover my guilt
     Pretend

Where is that hope
So long awaited?

The bright truth of love
That once was mine