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Sometimes
I suppose I am happy
Like when I am with my friends,
Throwing my head back and covering my mouth
As I shake with laughter
At a joke someone just made

But then day turns to night
And my carefree grin turns into an unexplainable sadness,
Etched on my face like a tattoo.
and I lay in bed,
Thinking about all the things I wish I could say -
All the things I'm too afraid to admit
Even with only pen and paper and mind

It's night like these when I realise
I am many things
I am happy and sad,
Outgoing and shy,
Rambunctious and quiet

But mostly, though
I am just empty

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