It is not enough

An unwritten poem
An unshared thought
The feeling inside
I wish I forgot

The voice is in my head
And the words are in my heart
Trying to bring them together
But they are too far apart

A blank piece of paper
Waiting to be filled
The pain inside
That can never be killed

When my thoughts are exposed
They still won't go away
Soon they will flow through the pen
To be here yet another day

This empty sheet
Bears my troubles and holds my pain
But it never consoles
Treating my words like a game

When will this be enough
When will this method succeed
When will the pen and paper
Be all that I need

The poem is written
The blank paper is full
My thoughts are shared
But I still cannot free my soul