Monday, April 4, 2011

Clown face.

Bleeding on the inside,
Grinning on the outside.
These are the days of my life.
Days of unwept tears,
And a heart that’s broken.
A smiling mask,
Hides the pain
But loved ones they know,
Understand what’s left unsaid.
I could be a clown,
Entertain with words and stories,
Yet inside there's something broken.
So I stand at the mirror
And apply another layer of non visible makeup.
Makeup of make believe,
That am ok.

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