Building Pain

This feeling in my chest,
it doesn't give me a rest.
To stop it I try my best.
Am I sick?
Yes! that must be it!
I don't doubt it one bit.
This pain, this feeling
is not healing!
My hard shell it is peeling.
What is this feeling?!
To my knees it brings me kneeling!
My heart it is unchilling.
Is it an illness?
Am I insane?
Oh! the pain!
No! I am surely sane.
Maybe it's my heart.
My heart like a stove
burning with this love!
That MUST be it!
But if this is so,
Then truly sane I am not.
And soon I will rot!