in the tears of a clown <br />i cry not just for myself <br />but the inturnal death <br />of what is called life <br /> <br />in the tears of a clown <br />i yearn for importance <br />that can satisfy my depression <br />that makes my life miserible <br />but i'll smile like im ok <br />for the sake of everyone else <br /> <br />in the tears of a clown <br />i shed a sinlge tear because <br />i feel like the clown in life <br />can't do nothing right <br />always hiding behind a mask <br />to hide the truth the sorrow <br />that silently kills me <br /> <br />in the tears of a clown <br />i go around and make a <br />life of making others smile <br />while suffering behind mask <br />but they will never know <br /> <br />because... i hide behind the mask of a clown that <br />hides the tears because emotions <br />is the same as weakness in my eyes... <br />i will not live life that way...<br /><br />shahkela sandridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-of-a-clown-3/
