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Wounds of a Clown

What will my life be if I look back on when?
On Christmas some people dress like Santa,
Some people dress like elves or other things.
They do it to entertain their happy children,
My mother used to call me her little Anna...
To share the joy that the holidays can bring.
When I went out east, I dressed like a clown,
To entertain a girl who is really just a child.
I am friends with her mother, I like that town,
And my personality is silly and mostly wild.
It was a fun time, they made me feel welcome,
The holidays when by for me way too quickly.
Now I am back out west, and living at home,
With my family who can be a bit too prickly...
They love to pick arguments with me a lot.
Never did they care for anything I thought!
My stay with them will have to be temporary.
At least until I can find a new and better job,
Then I will leave home again, permanently.
A clown should not frown; it's hard to stop,
So I keep on smiling to keep my tears inside.
Though right now it feels like in Hell I abide!
I will have to make it a heaven for a while,
And turn my every frown, into a big smile.
What happened to the world I used to know?
With unicorns and fairies, and every rainbow.
I have to find the magic again inside of me,
Embrace my inner clown and laugh happily.
I must be the change that I must wish to see,
So I will sing and laugh until it sets me free!
Storms are coming, and storms have gone,
But on every morning, again rises the sun.
How many sunrises has this planet witnessed?
I wonder how many of them I have missed,
In trying to be the adult when it was too hard.
When I was in school they called me a retard,
Because I could not do things like my peers.
How many times, I cried such horrible tears?
I cannot be normal, and I won't try any longer.
There is a magic within me that is far stronger,
Than bullies or people who can't understand...
That I cannot just grow up as if on command.
I love you Kara, at least you comprehend,
What it is like to suffer and not easily mend!
I have so many inner wounds, to now tend.
Written by Sybil_StarWitch (Sybille Anne Martin)
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