When you see me around,
you would never guess that I write these words.
I am happy and free, so it seems.
And then you read what I write and you think that I am so sad inside.
You tell me that my words are beautiful, but that they seem so sad.
Please don’t mistake my words for sadness.
They are anything but.
Maybe they seem solemn because I tell you of my pain.
Maybe they seem confused because I tell you of my questions.
But, they are just words that come from a human being,
from someone who is living in the same world you are.
I am everything, all of the time.
Just like you.
And sometimes, sad.
I am just a human.
And these are just my inevitable thoughts.