3.5

other times, i am sad.

this is almost as often as i am happy,

because they prefer to even each other out,

but my happiness has become

of more abundance of recent.

my sadness,

it’s scary.

it brings light to all of the

empty places

inside of me,

inside of the wild.

my sadness,

it’s mean.

it claws at my skin,

leaving scratches and bruises.

it hurts,

my sadness.

worse than the anger,

worse than the happiness.

my sadness is its own person -

my sadness is the empty inside -

thrown into a bottle

and given a smiley face.