Freak Show
They are starring again.
I hear their whispers again.
Do they think I don't hear,
As I see all their sneers?
Why do they hate me?
Why do they berate me?
Is it something I did?
Is it the way I live?
I ask myself these questions all the time.
As people stare at me and my unknown crime.
I never knew my true family.
I don't know where they could be.
Maybe they gave me up for the same reasons why.
Maybe it's how I look, hiding the tears in my eyes.
I never show people my sadness and pain.
They can't know their winning, as I'm growing less sane.
As I look at these people, I feel like I'm in a circus.
I'm the main act, center stage, a clown so worthless.
I'll have to keep standing so they don't know,
Here in the center stage of my own freak show.
Copyright © Karly Hasselbach | Year Posted 2012
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