sometimes i suppose iam happy
like when i am with my friend
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 care free grin turns into an 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 too afraid to admit,
even with only pen and paper and mind
its nights like these I realise;
I am many things
I am happy and sad
outgoing and shy
I am bunctious and quite
but mostly, I am just empty
