Sometimes I suppose I'm happy,
Like when I'm with my friends,throwing
my head back and covering my mouth
as I shake with laughter at a joke someone
made.But then day turns to night,and
my carefree grins turns into unexplainable
sadness,etched on my face like a tattoo.
And I lay in bed,thinking of all the things I wish I could say-
all the things I wish I could admit,even with only pen and paper and mind.It's night like these that I realize:
I am many things,I am happy and sad,outgoing and shy,rambunctious and quite.But mainly just empty.
