At a Loss For Words (Poem)

I try to put a pen to paper, but the voice inside my head always holds me back.

My brain always seems to be constantly under attack.

How tragic that a Writer struggles to write, not even strong enough to fight this negativity.

Oh how I wish to see the light. To see my purpose, where I fit.

Nevertheless here I sit, tearing apart my soul bit by bit how lovely if would be if only I was confident.