My Uncanny Addiction

I'd rather boil in my anger,
Or freeze in my pain,
Than spill out my mind,
And waste your time.
I can turn to different things,
To help ease the storm I refer to as my mind.
Yes, I do trust you, enough to tell you.
But when I hurt, I'd rather you not know.
Worrying will get you no where.
My depression is like a fur coat.
So many dead things, but it keeps me warm.
It keeps me safe from everyone but myself.
One thing I strangely missed, was my lonely suffering.  
It has always been my uncanny addiction.