Sometimes,
I suppose I am happy,
When I am with my friends,
Throwing my head back and covering my mouth,
As I shake with laughter,
At a joke someone made.
But then the day turns to night,
And my carefree grin turns into an explainable sadness
I lay in bed,
Thinking about all the things I wish I could say,
All the things I am too afraid to admit,
No one knows,
Cause I am scare to tell anyone,
Even with only pen and paper,
So I just keep it in my mind,
Never tell anyone.
It is 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 empty
Just a little poem to describe myself.
Enjoy