Sometimes
I suppose I am happy
Like 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 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 afraid to admit,
Only with pen and paper and mind
Its nights like these when I realize
I am many things.
I am happy and sad,
outgoing and shy,
rambunctious and quiet
But mostly,
I am just empty.
