Empty

Sometimes I suppose I am happy,

Like when I see smile of a baby, lightens my inner soul with sunshine

Like when I am with my friends, throwing back my head and covering my mouth

As I shake with laughter at a joke someone just made

But then day turns into night

And my carefree grin turns into unexplainable sadness,

Etched on my face like tattoo.

And I lay in bed,

Thinking about all the things I wish I could say

All the things I am too afraid to admit,

Even with only pen and paper and mind

Its night like these when I realize:

I am many things

I am happy and sad

Outgoing and shy,

Rambunctious and quite.

And mostly

I am just empty

                                                -Jugiiee.