Mental Lock Poem by Leah Michele

This paper and pen aren't working for ventilation anymore.
There's too much going on in my head
To write out in a way that makes sense.
Lately it's been building up more
And there's no one to talk to about everything.
But even if here was, I probably wouldn't tell it all;
I'd stumble over my words, forget and leave stuff out or slightly alter my stories.
If only there were a way to get it all out exactly as it is in my head;
Let my thoughts dictate themselves, allowing them to be readable,
Then I can make sense of the mess in my head.
But unfortunately that isn't possible.
So for now I'm stuck,
Unable to clearly get my thoughts and ideas out,
Left with a mess with no way of organizing.