Confused...?

If I would be a poet, I would have written a collection of poems, If I would be a story writer, I would have written lots of stories, But I am nothing, then how shall I vent out my feelings... I am finding it very difficult to get it out in form of words. I am feeling like a volcano that is waiting to be erupted. Unable to concentrate on anything, work quality has decreased, avoiding talking to people... I donno where it ends... Is this the life? If yes, then why so? Whats the reason?