In front of me is a blank white sheet
Waiting to be filled with words
Hundreds of words. But which ones?

I wait for those words to come pouring out of my mind
Onto the bare white page in front of me
My thoughts in bold black print on paper.

Everything inside coming out
The words in me pouring out like a waterfall
Everyone who reads them will know my thoughts

My feelings
My hopes
My dreams

Searching and searching for the words
To fill the white paper there, staring me in the face
With a blank expression, it mocks me

Defeats me
Teases me
Intimidates me

In front of me is a blank white sheet
Waiting to be filled with words
Hundreds of words. But which ones?