Words fill my head
But can\'t fill the page
I have so much I want to say
And don\'t know how to say it
Writers block?
No
More like mind block
It feels like my brain is cramping
It\'s squeezing tighter
And tighter
And tighter
And all my thoughts are stuck inside
Unable to escape
Panic rises in me
As I realize I have no way to express myself now
Talking won\'t work;I\'m bad at speaking my feelings out loud
Art won\'t work; even my stick figures look crappy
Music won\'t work; I\'m not talented enough to write songs and melodies
Poems are my only form of release, relieve, and communication
I sit here in my chair
Hovering my pen above the blank page in front of me
Desperately trying to get my
Thoughts and feelings to pour out
A frustrated sigh escapes my lips
I stand in defeat, crumple the paper into a tiny ball, and throw it into the trashcan
Maybe I\'ll try again tomorrow