Despair threatens to close me in
I'm not myself,
Not Matthew Lynn.
Behind the mask
That hides my shame
Lies a man
Without a name.
The man within
Shouts and screams
And is released
Through thoughts and dreams.
So I keep him
Inside of me,
Just so no one
Else can see.
The true feelings
I can't express.
The brief explosions
Within my chest.
The darkness goes
Before it comes,
And to myself
I softly hum
A tune of grief
Of feelings true.
A tune from me
Just for you
A tune about
Your eyes of blue
A tune about
The morniings dew
A tune about
The feelings new
A tune from me
Just for you.
-HTC
Here's another one of the poems written during one of my moods. I guess it's a glimpse of sorts into the inner workings of my mind. Read it enough and read, rather than what is implicitly stated, what is implied.