Clowns
I know you;
A fool could not know someone of such casualness.
Paints will not conceal what meets the eye,
As I intently stare into yours.
So you fret, exposed.
Black and white, no shades in between do I often see,
Human after human only droids walking amongst a sea full of similarities.
What of the colours?
Searching, those who shine effortlessly,
Who face the identical glares of pitiful souls attempting to out glow them,
Go without acknowledgment, for they are shunned by the act of foolish clowns.
Copyright © Allie Ogletree | Year Posted 2011
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