Why Ginger and Blogs collide?

Let's try a bit of poetry today, that'd kill some brain cells. Here goes...

Dawn to dusk,
a day had passed.
Dawn to dusk,
again,
a week had passed.
And again, it is Friday,
and I have to write, but
my brain is clogged,
because I have to blog!

I am at a loss of words
I do not dare to write,
because I know I am the non-expressive type.
Though you may see me
teeming with supreme spontaneity
but deep in my soul
is filled with extreme insecurity.

I am at a loss of words
I do not dare to write,
because I am not sure
what to share and
what to hide.
I need my own space,
my own personal,
private
space.

I have created a purple shell,
and encapsulate myself,
my thoughts,
my secrets,
my fear,
my aspirations,
my memories.

There were times I wanted to shatter the shell,
to release myself from the claustrophobic cell,
to share all
my thoughts,
my secrets,
my fear,
my aspirations,
my memories.

Yet I hold back,
debating to myself:
Is this too personal?
Is this too cynical?

Then in the English class,
I am told to write an online journal.
And this will expose my inner self,
like a bug in a glass,
so open and international,
I cannot protect myself.

So every week I have to select,
pry my mind open,
force out the right kind of subject,
to write in this borderless ocean,
where people surf,
where there is no sense of turf.

Now the shell is chipped away
and is turning a mellow yellow.
One fragment at a time,
one shade at a time.
Through the words that I chose to display,
I let people have a tiniest peek into who I really am.
Still, I am not so comfortable
with all the writing and blogging,
because I feel naked,
bare, and
vulnerable.

And now I am a hypocrite.
After years of anti-blogging,
after years of blog condemning,
here I am,
doing it, writing it.
It felt so right
and so wrong.
Part of me,
want to scream all my thoughts out silently,
via this medium,
at the top of my lungs.
Part of me,
want to keep it all,
in the void galaxy of my soul.
I am torn between me
and my doppelganger.
O blog, why do thy sting?