Sometimes I Feel Happy

A short exploration of a few emotions integral to the human experience.

Sometimes I feel happy and want to tell my friends all about it.

I lay my stomach on the bed and kick my feet like a kid.

I might stand under a smiling sun and stroll for a bit.

My smile matches the sun’s and I never want to quit.

Sometimes I feel sad and sit beneath dusken clouds that hide a frowning sun and sky.

Spattering rain might fall and smack against my eyes.

I might brood inside my head and I won’t let it turn to cries.

I might tug at my skirt and push my hands into my thighs.

Sometimes I feel angry and ball my hands up in fists.

I fume beneath an oppressive sun and want to break someone’s wrists.

My face turns red and my stomach knots and twists.

My skin starts to burn and sweat turns to mist.

Sometimes I feel icky and want to throw up on the floor.

After I’ve eaten too much pasta and I can’t take any more.

After I’ve gone on a date with the third guy this week and I feel like a w***e.

I can’t stand my skin on my body and I might want to hide myself like a cat in a drawer.

Sometimes I feel anxious and I freak out and cry.

I might heave in my bed and ball until my eyes can’t ever possibly dry.

The sun might explode and in eight point three minutes it’ll turn me into a French fry.

My heart might decide to take a Union holiday and my brain might go awry.

Sometimes I feel sad and that sometimes isn’t fun.

Sometimes I feel happy and there ain’t nothing like it.

Sometimes I feel angry and start putting names on a list.

Sometimes I feel icky and I’m not sure what for.

Sometimes I feel anxious and I wail and writhe.

But no matter how I feel,

It’ll only be sometimes.

Author's Note

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