“Little Clown”

Co-existance is a curse.
I paint my placid face.
I appear doll-like-
No one can see who I am.

Painfully I tread,
Beneath nuclear-wintergreen water.
(how my clown heart flutters at the sound of your name!)
Forced to be part of them,
The law holds me there.
Broken down to porcelin shards.
Rosy lips still frozen in a smile.
My concealed sorrow.

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By lovelyharley

a sweet jester of a girl with plenty of daisys for all.........