Behind a carefully painted on mask
drips tears of a jovial clown
whilst the show must go on
through the chorus of laughter
which befalls him
everywhere he goes
as an object of constant ridicule
his anguish is immeasurable
his pain is unspoken of
and behind closed doors
His watery tears
wipe away his painted mask
off with the facade
he then becomes
free to be his uncostumed
emotional wreck
of a desperately lonely self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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