I sit and stare at this blank page,
I wounder what thought I will write today,
Theres so many thoughts racing through my head,
But still I fail to fill this page,

If only the page could see into my head,
And print what I feel into poetic flow,
Then it would be so simple,
Just close my eyes , feel,
And on this page they will become real,

Id open my eyes and see my thoughts defind,
Then I would be able to understand this mess called mine,
You all will finally be able to see whats constantly killing me,

But still I sit and stare at this blank page,
Woundering how ill say what I want to say,
What I have to say,
I never seem to find the right way,
So I write and write,
Being creative I might,
But everything comes out the same,
You will never really now the misery of my pain.

K.M Nyquist