Fri, 12/27/2013 - 21:54 -- Whoami

In a chest vulgar of  hypocrisy

Before people hide my defeat

I'm Clown with a mask of joy

But I am broken inside my soul.

In the fatal track of my destiny

But I feel like my soul is lost.

a clown a sad clown,I'm a sad clown

I hide my failure

With laughter and joy

They fill me with dread

Clown, I'm a sad clown

In middle of the night

I get lost in the gloom

With my laughter and my tears

I can not stand my mask

To the world I'm laughing

And in my chest

My heart suffering




This my poem I hope you enjoy it :)


I like the honesty of this poem. This visible pain is palpable.


Thanks so much (。◕‿‿◕。)


Awesome poem though very tragic in the deepest sense also. I like the way you bring in a sense of rhyme and imagery at the same time in your work good work!



I thank you so much :)

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