I am the laughing clown–
laughing and crying,
crying and laughing,
sighing from the
curtain to the stage.
I am the painted fool–
holding back the tears
that spoil the paint
and taints the illusion
that all is fucking well.
I am the one of surface–
living without depth
but depth is what I need
as I plead with this mask
to come loose and let
the hidden stain ooze out.
7/12/2019