Clown. Poem by Christian K. Montiel

Clown.
My life has been nothing but a pile of fill up feelings for other people and the only one who ends alone is me, when there’s nobody for me.
I sit in the front of the mirror and I see nothing but a shadow of a man who was somebody and now is dying into time drag around like a tumble weed by the wind and now its needs somebody to don’t feel alone.
Salty tears run down trough this face that reflects from where it never exist, painted smile that fade away when the lights go out.
I’m nothing but a sad clown that people laugh about and now I wish it would be a reason to smile again and people who don’t even know me would feel my pain, if they only know that I do this to feel whole.