Emotion Poem by Nia Schexnider

When I feel sad,
It is like the sky turns grey,
The air stands still,
The trees don't move.

When I am sad,
I cannot stand,
I must curl up very small,
and cry until my head aches.

Some people say I'm a crybaby,
Some people say I'm depressed.
Some people say I'm needy.

Because I
Cry like the sad will never leave,
and laugh like the joke will never end.

But I choose when to hurt,
I choose when to smile.

I'm sensitive, but not afraid to be me.