Sometimes, I suppose I am happy.. Like when I'm with my friends., throwing my head back in laughter as I cover my mouth at a joke someone tells.,
But day turns into night., and my carefree grin turns into an unexplainable sadness., etched on my face like a tattoo.. And I lay in my bed., thinking about all the things I could say., all the things I'm too afraid to admit.. even with only own 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 most of all.,
I'm empty..
