Filling Up Spaces With Words

Does anyone have the conception that I'm disconnected from reality, so fearful to face more hardships? All I do is filling up spaces with words, they fit perfectly to make me feel easy: it's awful to be judged with contention! Am I someone so selfish to be derided by jesters for choosing a hideout from the internal chaos? Who praises himself to be a perfect in all he does and says has achieved none besides foolishness! Most of us adapt the mentality of the unwise, thinking that the quicker we climb the ladder, the better we reach our status to earn a merited price; should all take an unexpected turn, we'll pull our hair! Does evrybody blame me for filling spaces with words? they have lifted me in dire times and helped me cope; and the few who couldn't, committed suicide by the rope: I thank Heaven I still breathe life and travel more roads.