I've always been good at English

Never failed a poem or an essay

Never a book I didn't want to read

Or a propmt I couldn't write

But as I grew out of sing song rhymes

Those innocent simple times

English began to fail me 

It's the feeling that words can't describe

It's the outside in me feeling inside

I can't write this poem

Because English fails me here

English won't but I've grown

I don't know what to say anymore

Too many words not enough meaning

Tears stream down hot and heavy

As I struggle to not not write this

But how can I?

The English lexicon is only 26 letters

The page is still blank but my cheeks get wetter

What I'm trying to say is all the things I can't