Sometimes,
I suppose I'm 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 the day turns to night,
And I am overrun with an unexplainable sadness,
Etched onto my face like a tattoo,
And I lay in bed,
Thinking about all the things I wish I could say,
All the things I am too afraid to admit,
Even with only pen and paper and mind.
