The Clown||original poetry

What am I on the page
I am inspiring and open
That’s my lie on the stage
For inside I am broken

I’m seen as the class clown, caring and sweet
I spread only kindness and laughter
I help others whose hearts are admitting defeat
I’m a helper, a doer, a crafter

But the truth drips from my eyes at night
I’m tired of inspiring lies
I spread the word of self love despite
No one hates me more than I

No one suspects the clown
Suspects a melting heart of gold
I spent all my days in my own circus drowned
Wishing my boiling blood would run cold

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Poem written by:@shahidkha
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