Sometimes, I suppose I am happy
When I am with my friends,
Throwing my head back and covering my mouth As I shake with laugher At a joke someone just made. But then the day turns to night
And my carefree grin turns into an unexplainable sadness. I lay in bed. Thinking about all the things I wish I could say. All the things I'm afraid too admit, Even with one pen, paper, and one mind. It's nights like these when I realize I am many things I am happy and sad, Outgoing and shy, Quiet But mostly,
I am empty.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC
Sometimes, I suppose I am happy
When I am with my friends,
Throwing my head back and covering my mouth As I shake with laugher At a joke someone just made. But then the day turns to night
And my carefree grin turns into an unexplainable sadness. I lay in bed. Thinking about all the things I wish I could say. All the things I'm afraid too admit, Even with one pen, paper, and one mind. It's nights like these when I realize I am many things I am happy and sad, Outgoing and shy, Quiet But mostly,
I am empty.
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