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 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
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.
SONG OF THE CHAPTER-
Show You- Shawn Mendes
YOU ARE READING
THIS IS ME//Quotes
Ficção AdolescenteIn this 'story' I am just expressing how I'm feeling on the inside through sayings or thoughts. This isn't an actual story, but if your interested, come look. Hope you can relate or understand. :) xoxo-Molly
