Yet the words refuse to form

Writing and rewriting 

Over and over

Unable to do it right

I want to scream 

I want to let it all out

But it won’t come out

It is making me crazy 

The page stays blank and I can only stare

2,000,000,000 words in the world yet I can’t seem to write one

4 styles of writing but I can’t do one

The picture in my mind can’t be translated to paper

And it drives me mad

The padded room

Clean crisp walls 

Soft and harmless 

The walls are no longer clean

Covered in graphite and marks

Covered in the colors of my ideas

Intertwined worse than the strings of knots

No end or start anymore

Makes as much sense as the babble that flows out of my mouth