The Circus

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That moment when you’re deep

In thoughtful conversation

And suddenly you realize                                    

They’re far from comprehension.

 

You use the same words,

But the meaning doesn’t click:

Like talking to a wall

Made of solid brick.

 

I take a step away

And weigh the pros and cons

Of being one of them

A face-painted clown.

 

I wear a mask of ignorance

Hoping they won’t see

That all this damn stupidity

Isn’t the real me.

 

I feel as though I mock their ways

With bitterness and spite.

I play the game deceptively

Just trying to survive.

 

How am I to love

On a planet full of fools?

I’ve tried to waltz among them,

But I know deception’s cruel.

 

Inner guilt compels me

To shed this guise I wear.

I climb out of the ring

Of this circus with despair.

 

Sitting in the stands alone

I watch the masquerade.

Blissfully ignorant,

The fools are on parade.

 

Suddenly I see another

Sitting in the stands;

Two lonely hearts are filled with joy

For this friendship wasn’t planned.

 

Though it may be just us two

In the stands to watch the show,

Finally I am content

To know I’m not alone.

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