i am a clown...

i put on a happy face each day...
eventhough i am torn apart inside....

make people laugh...
when i really feel like crying...

no red rubber nose is in my face...
but a mask to hide my inner feelings...

a mask that knows no grief no pain...
a mask so thick it takes a true friend... to look through it...

a true friend to make my wounds heal...
and this true friend should be me...

but i am only a clown...
and clowns know of no sorrow...

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