Paint me a smile on my sad face
A tear that I cant trace, Erase,
I want to pick up the pace and race
But I'm limping.
I am an unstable being, Bipolar
Fake smile, the Joker.
I wear this mask of civility before my audience acting noble like a King.
A humble vaudevillian, my acts are puzzling, dazzling.
A man of my age does not complain nor rage, strange.
So I close my eyes and stop my heart away from the world of hypocrites
WRITTEN BY MK_REEDS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, this person is in pain. The first verse wants a smile, but the second asks for a tear. The logic here is mixed. Though this shows anguish, I don`t attack the feeling, but the poetry could be a better excellence.