I want to be soft again but I have so much anger in me
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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 grim turns into unexplainable sadness,
etched on my face like a tattoo
and I lay in bed,
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 quiet
but mostly,
I am just empty.
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Randomi wouldn't rly call it poetry, it's more an abundance of unsent letters, unsaid words or thoughts or smth - follow me on we heart it http://weheartit.com/sadsim
