If I'm being honest: I'm sad.
I don't know why, but if I had to guess...
Maybe it's my  best friend,
moving farther away.
Or, if not that, perhaps my dad,
who thinks I'm a disgrace.
But, no. If it's anything,
It's got to be the world,
constantly shooting me in the face.
Perhaps it's just who I am: sad.
Devoid of personality,
Devoid of quality.
If I'm being honest: I'm sad.