You could call me Grim

I cannot express what I feel
Life is like a reel
Of the same old spiel
Over and over again
I do not know how I feel
I write it down with paper and pen
I read the words that came from within
I am confused this time with my rhymes
Such solid stead stains
I think to myself
There must be something in my brains
Keeping me from this pain
That I hold so deep within
Like the reaper and his souls he takes,
You could call me Grim,
I keep it secret for so long
That it destroys you from the outside in
My soul sees through to happiness
That is created in my mind
Like a valley between the mountains sees the sun again
Yes my smile will be true in time
I will write down my nonsense ryhme
Even if I cannot know how I feel
I know what is really real
I know what is really there
Maybe admitting it just makes me scared
Maybe these words will make more sense
When I just step off the fence.