The Clown

I play the clown, with a smile that hid all of my fears.
While she accepted the pain, and shed the tears.
I play the clown, with such joy - the world joined in.
She embraced the role given to her, and the pain within.


The clown laughs and dances with the abandonment of a child.
Hoping to forget the tears she's wept for the soul lost in the wild.
The clown is carefree with never a thought of darkness, only of light.
Turning away from all the memories that haunts in the darkness of night.


I play the clown, one who can bring laughter to all within sight.
Yet no laughter will she feel, for she is the caretaker of a soul in fright.
I play the clown, one who holds the dreams alive for those in need.
Yet no dream lies in the realm of a soul still resting in darkness' seed.


The clown is forever smiling with no tears to smear that mask.
Yet the emptiness fills her, until even living becomes a task.
The clown cannot accept that life's truth may not always be bright
For acceptance can only come with the price of a heart taking flight.