Me. Empty. Hmm. Yes. *smile*
Sometimes.
I suppose I am happy.
Like when I 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.
But mostly,
I am just empty.
*smile*
