The Poem I Don't Know What to Call :)

Stuck inside an endless black, not sure where I am. Others see my quiet side, when I rarely say a thing.
Awkward, shy, silent, still, yet a hurricane describes my soul.
Inside of me wages a war, a struggle which seems centuries old. A struggle that has more at stake than any simple kingdom. Which side will win-the outside-or the innner that shines with a heavenly light?
If I dared I would speak out, but always the outside wins. I remain silent for most of the time, afraid of nothing more than someone the same as me. I wish I could talk and smile and laugh, but always the outside wins.
So for now that side that I wish them to see is trapped and imprisoned in an endless black.
Maybe someday the war will stop, and the inner side that shines with a heavenly light will shine so bright and be so warm that afraid I will not be.
I'll talk and smile and laugh, joke and twirl and be myself, not care what anyone thinks.
Because finally the outside, the masquerade, lost the war and fell. Beaten, cowed, exhausted, the outside disappeared.

Does this poem make any sense, is it overly dramatic? Should I add more to it?