Oh God look down
I ‘m such a foolish clown
I know you smile.
But hold me for a little while.
I laugh to make the hurt recede.
I joke around to hide my need.
But it's such a wearisome task
To constantly adjust my mask.
And I'm afraid someday “I'll” slide
And show the tears I hold inside.
Spring 1980
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem