Xo, Angeline

Sometimes;
I suppose, I am happy.
Like when I'm with my friends,
throwing my head back & covering my mouth
as I shake with laughter
at a joke someone 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 times like this that I realise:
I am many things.
I am happy & sad,
outgoing & shy,
rambunctious & quiet.

But mostly,
I am just... e m p ty.