Clown
The Clown
Those clowns don't ammuse me anymore,
For I choose to see what others won't.
That smile camouflage the scars he wears,
Among his laugh wispers the agony he bears,
Those chirpy eyes of his burries thousands of tears,
All this ache and none to be shared.
So he puts on a mask
And pretended everything was alright,
Coz this life is a spate of wars
And you can not win every fight.
So he faked his grin to bluff the squad,
And world applouded at his fraud.
For years he had been wise,
Silently mocked these mortals as none could feel the missery behind those eyes.
But at the doorsteps of his impending demise he gave up on his cruidity,
He removed his mask to reveil that naked face,
But the world frowned on this nudity.
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