He clacks away at his keyboard,
Clack, Clack, Clack,
Writing words that no-one will see,
Yet he still hits the back button,
The button that deletes what he see's,
Why?
No-one else see's the words,
No-one else will judge him for what is typed,
No-one else will bother with reading,
But it makes him feel good,
Just to get out what is held inside,
Just like many others,
Who clack, clack, clack,
On their keyboards.