A Peculiar Place

he asked if I was 
happy, 

as if I could choose

I'm a vessel, I find that
people have no qualms
depositing their joy, pain

I'm a chameleon, constantly
pivoting to meet you at the
space between you and yourself

I'm a kaleidoscope, overwhelmed
by the sheer intensity of how lost
everyone can always be all of the time

I'm an explosion of energy, because
how can you expect me to contain it
all and not have it read across my skin?

I'll play seven different faces
on a Tuesday, all of them 
guaranteed to break you

he asked if I was
happy,

truthfully? I don't know