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 night like these when i realize:
I am many things,
I am happy and sad,
Outgoing and shy,
Rambunctious and quiet.
i am just empty.