The Clown Poem by Pau Autor

The Clown



My identity can never be found,
you'll never hear how I really sound,
you seldom see me frown,
yes, I'am the clown

I guess for me this is enough,
day and night, everytime you laugh
they don't care if my world turns upside down,
yes, this is the life of a clown

Look at me, some are scared,
some are happy,
but the truth is they get a lot of fun from me,
some may find me cute and ugly

Loneliness, is a part of my soul,
the monster, the part I can't control
I will be there everytime you call,
and I hate it when you let me fall

You'll never hear how I really sound,
this is the destiny I found,
you will never see me frown
for they never knew me as the clown

Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: identity,loneliness
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Pau Autor

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