Why can everyone else say what I can not?

My mind races and I want to scream while spinning in circles so that ripples from my voice will penetrate in all directions and offer a temporary tomb of silence where I might actually be able to BE. I am bombarded every moment of everyday with questions and though I welcome many, I despise others. Who can honestly reveal their whole life? As if my plan will be remotely close to reality. Oh, I have begged and pleaded many nights for a revelation but the ringing in my ears must tune Him out.

I can't even find the words to express what it is I am going through. I don't even know what I am going through. One only knows where one has been after having passed. I formulate sentences and I try and scribe them but I get so frustrated. How do I make clarity from the mass of confusion? And then I read. I read it on others blogs, on others facebook pages, in e-mails, in headlines....and their words resonate with some stream of thought and I want to steal their words....a part from his, a section from hers, a word from that, and a verse from there to construct a jig saw puzzle of the randomness that are my thoughts.

Why is it that everyone else can say what I can not? Where do they find the words to relate such feelings? How do they know how to make it all flow? 

Oh Lord, calm the storm so I may have acute perception.