Why can't I get the words to stay on the page

Once beautiful words now seem to go astray 

I have a talent to make people listen to the words I have to say 

But recently I've noticed that talent has been lead astray 

I used to be able to sit and write

But now I stare at my screen with eyes full of fright

That magic of control im so used to feeling 

I guess even art is the Devils dealing

I wish that the words would come flowing out

Break this wall that has always shut me out 

But I know that if I try a bit harder 

That my words will become a bit lighter

I have hid behind a keyboard my whole life

Trying to figure out on my own what is wrong and right 

I would write so long i'd stay up all night

Because it is one of the few things that make me feel alright 

Paper is the one placed I cant be judged

The one place where none of my characters can hold a grudge 

Art within itself is beautiful, but words show me a fulfillment that ive never known 

I wish that people would listen to my words

To realize that this world can be so much more than broken and bruised

My fingers glide over every key 

The words show what is really deep inside of me