I Hate This Empty Page Poem by Edith. E Lundstam

I hate feeling this rage.
I hate having so much in my head,
yet on the page the page, the words turn dead.
Everyone despise their mental cage.
I hate this empty page

I hate that no one understands me,
if it's not the words of my plea.
I hate that I don't even know,
myself if my writing doesn't show.
I despise my mental cage.
I hate this empty page.

I hate that it's the only way for someone to understand,
just how complex of a being I actually am.
I hate that the only way for them to feel my pain,
would make them think I'm insane.
I hate to perform on this desserted stage.
I hate this empty page.

I hate the need to defend my every act,
with empty words that crack.
I hate that my only reliable joy are words on paper,
and now even they turned traitor.
I can't explain with wordds this terrible rage.
I hate this empty page.