Sometimes I suppose 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 just made. But then the day turns to night. And my carefree grin turns into unexplainable sadness. I lay in my bed, Thinking about all the things I wish I could say, All the things am too afraid to admit even with only pen paper and mind. It's Nights like this when I realise am many things. I'm happy and sad, outgoing and shy, rambunctious and quiet, But mostly, I'm EMPTY.