The Clown
Look around, here comes the Clown,
Laughing smiling, see his painted face.
Look again, I am the Clown,
Beneath the make up, tears you’d trace
Not supposed to shed his tears,
Not allowed to show his fears.
Pull my strings just watch me fly,
I am the puppet, I don’t cry.
I am the Showman, watch the show,
If I’m sad, you’ll never know.
The image I produce for all,
Is of a happy, smiling, fool.
I do not care, let people mock,
Let them think my hearts a rock.
All the taunts don’t reach my heart,
Wind me up again the show will start.
People don’t realise at times I cry.
I hurt so much I want to die.
I want you in my life so much,
I need your love, I need your touch.
When you’re away, I miss you so,
I’m feeling sad…Lets start the show
Look around here comes the Clown
Making you laugh enjoy the fun,
Look again I am the Clown
Made up face fooling everyone
Copyright © Tom Clifford | Year Posted 2009
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