The colours of the nameless clowns
Flash before my eyes.
They hear my screams,
See my sweating brow.
All who see me become concerned.
Am I okay?
Would I like help?
Will I be all right?
No, I'm not all right.
And I don't need you pity.
Yes, I see what others don't.
I have nightmares of which no one knows.
See the monster under the bed,
In the closet,
And in my mind.
I see them all.
I know they’re there.
But you can't see.
You can't hear.
You only see my frightened face,
My horrified expression.
Do you have monster of your own?
