Unwanted
To have been the joke who bears the jest with grace,
always first to laugh, but harboring disdain,
to have been the clown that wears a painted face,
always with a smile to masquerade the pain,
to have been your fool that suffers in a place
where but frazzled threads of dignity remain,
‘tis ironic to learn that I bear no worth
from a sentient soul consenting my birth.
10-1-22
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2022
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