i can write it all down,
but can't scream it out loud,
these words spilling out,
like rain off a cloud,
when you ask me to say it,
i'll put ink in my pen,
then you ask me to voice it,
and i can't do it again,
my mouth is wide open,
just ready to call,
there's no sound coming out,
its like a steady fall,
what you don't understand,
is i know just what to say,
but from my soul to my brain,
is a long lasting delay.