GOD? IT'S ME AGAIN...HELP?!

Alright, enough already! I decide.
"Everyone out, now!" I shout.
But the noise remains.
So I shout again, "What about 'everyone
   out now', do you not understand?"
I'm quite angry now.
Now the noise has grown louder.
I loose my temper.
I march in, fists clenched so tight I could
   make diamonds.
Still the noise grows louder.
I grow hotter with rage.
"EVERYONE STOP! SHUT UP! AND GET
   OUT, NOW!!!" I scream.
I've had quite enough.
Even a long time ago.
What do I need to do to have peace and
   quiet?
How do I make the noise just, STOP?
I'd say it was driving me mad, but I arrived
   there a long while ago.
Now I am trying to hide.
But everyone just comes and finds me.
Making all the more noise.
The volume so loud, I am starting to crack.
Now I begin to crumble.
I cannot take this any more.
Not that I ever could.
I'm about to explode.
Or is it implode?
I'd rip my mind out if only I could.
"Anyone want a slightly used mind?"
"maybe not, it doesn't work right anyway."
But I am ready to come right out of my
   skin.
Climb right out of this breaking apart
   shell.
I am about ready to give up.
The noise has reached its' crescendo.
But I am still shaking.
I'm feeling the sonic boom in my chest.
Or is it just a hyperactive heart beating.
Faster and faster, harder and harder.
Almost coming right out of my chest.
Enough is enough.
And enough is all I can take.
On my own there is nothing i feel I can do.
"God? It's me again...Help?!"

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY