In The Mirror
Look at this clown, painting on a new face, every
waking day.
Trying hard to paint on an upside down frown, hoping it
would stay, and not wash away.
Laughing and joking around, to keep my head from
hanging down. Here and there playing a trick, to
disguise how my heart is sick.
Anything to make you smile, helps keep me from
my sadness pile. So again, I will run from my pain.
Looking at this clown, looking back at me.
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