Poet?

I ran across a poem I wrote when I was 18 or 19 years old... Was I an emo kid?  ...I don't remember being that way, but by the way it sounds, I must have been. Even if they didn't have emo kids back then.

After I fall
plummeting downward.
Feeling the ecstacy of life
speeding slowly past me.
Offering no hand to let me in

Enclosed in a shell
sheltered by torment
seeking no escape from the cage
that keeps the world locked away
Lending an ear to the screams of those without.

Blinding light exudes from the punctures
in the flesh of the protector
Drilling a path into the darkness
of the safe, stable environment
that torments the soul of humanity.

Light flakes fall into the abyss
of the blazing furnace
drifting to the end of their existance
without a conscious thought
of their impending demise.

Senseless drivel
plummeting downward
feeling the ecstacy of life
speeding slowly toward me
Clawing inside of my very spirit.

 I'm pretty sure this had significant meaning at the time.. but now all I see is a troubled soul crying out for attention... pretty much like a lot of young adults these days...