Pessimistic Clown
It Wants Me Broken
like shattered glass
Living in the darkness
of an unforgotten past
Sadness and Sorrow
etched upon my face
My shoulders sagging
every step misplaced
Lost with no Direction
blinded by my own fear
Screaming inside my head
no one else can hear
The Silence of my secrets
has finally beat me down
The world has become a circus,
and I'm it's sadist clown
Copyright © Kelly Page | Year Posted 2019
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