Unwritten Letter

The words are in my head But not on paper in ink. Forming oh so slowly, It makes it hard to think. I grab a piece of paper, The pen is in my hand, But why I am not writing, I just can’t understand. I try to write them out, With all the force I’ve found, But still they do resist me. Why can’t I write them down? Finally, I call it quits, Because maybe it’s for the better, That these thoughts inside my head, Remain an unwritten letter.