Sunday, January 13, 2008
A clown’s heart
I’ve never been afraid of clowns.
Some people are.
I think it could be because they know they are hiding something.
We hide our fear and pain.
When things are said and done that break our hearts we paint a smile upon our faces.
The makeup only covers the face it doesn’t cover our hearts.
So that you can’t see our sorrow.
We hide behind the mask of greasepaint
We use acting so that you think that everything in our lives is copacetic.
We deny that you can read how we feel.
We work hard to push you away.
You aren’t allowed to see the truth.
If you do we have failed our task.
If you see the truth then we have to feel it.