Clown Poem by badraa simson
Clown
I hate being a clown
But, i have to
i put infernal colors
on my face gently
no hesitation in my mind
because it is just a color
no fear in my confidence
because it is just part of me
this isnt what you see
because it is just paint
you will not find the true color
because i change it daily
i see my colors in your eyes
truly that's not me
you will never find it
because you're blinded by pretenses
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4/25/2024 8:19:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, yes, Badraa, so many of us put up masks, worrying about what others think about us. I read once the following quote. At 20, we think that what others think about us matters a lot. At 40 we think what others think about us matters not too much. At 60 we realise that others do not think about us, they only think about themselves. And I am not yet 60, but the fact that others think only about themselves is so true. So let us just be ourselves and and enjoy being ourselves. Every pretense puts a lot more stress on us than it is worth at all.