aesthetic ✔

Many Things

sorry for not posting in a while, i've just been busy.

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 thing i wish I could say --
all the things I'm too afraid to admit,
even with only pen and paper and mind
it's nights like these when I realize:
I am many things,
I am happy and sad,
outgoing and shy,
rambunctious and quit.

but mostly,
I am just empty.