Writing

Some people write better when they're depressed,
When their emotions arent so supressed,
Yet every time I close my eyes,
I see a million words go flying by.

It doesnt matter of my mood,
Doesnt matter, bad or good,
But sometimes my mind just won't accept,
The things I remember without regret.

I write everyday,
Even if its not on paper,
Inscribed in my mind is where its kept,
Secret and hidden
No key to be given,
Lest the person run away,
And I'm left alone once again.