the ink that refused to write

My chest is heavy. My hands are paralyzed. my lips wouldn't speak.
My brain feels damaged, as if the whole world is spinning around it.
Dazzling day, crippling way for me to hold the ink in my hands.
I got this idea.
Yes, I feel like it is right.
People would understand how i feel.
the system is wrong.
Let me fight it, oh brain oh my!
I'm a rebel, my mind speaks only the truth.
My lips say nothing but wisdom.
I am the great, the greater and the holder of knowledge.
Ink, help me.
Ink.. refused to write.