I started writing in a bad place

The words flowed

I thought I would never run out

of things to say

But one day

I felt good

I had no need to write

no drive

I stared at an empty screen

As I realized

I don't know how

to write happy things

I can be funny

I can be witty

But I can't put joy on a page

I want to write

But I want to feel good too

I feel like a fake

Shallow and weak

Hiding under the empty shell of happiness

I gained something

But I lost something greater

My voice