I was feeling things that words couldn't capture. Since I am no artist, I tried a poem:

              I see the pits of hell
             Yet I hodl and not sell

    I opened the door and it was bathed in red 
    'Sell! sell!' was all that the crowd said

    Those around me call my sanity in question
     I look at them blankly and no inflection

          My madness was always my friend
      It was she, that brought me to this end

           Where others saw this as an end
           Was an opportunity in the mend

          I post not for dollars but steem
   This is the difference between froth and cream