Lonely Clown

January 23, 2009
By Brittany Northam, Kimberly, WI

I wondered lonely, a clown.
I wore a painted smile, but inside i frowned
Always in an act to please all,
I always prepared, ready to fall,
I found the answer,
A clown was the key
Until that day, i couldn't find me.
Was I an actor upon a stagee?
Or was i mad, filled with rage?
I did some soul searching, to find me was the quest,
that moment, I found the clowns purposed expressed
I finally knew what this clown was all about,
the girl inside, was simply afraid to come out.

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