NiceDudeGuy

The Mystery, Misfortune and Mayhems of t
2002-12-18 03:47:30 (UTC)

The Frown Of A Clown

Why do I hide beneath a fake mask, everything’s alright, I
cant take this anymore, keep smiling, everyone is watching,
all I want to do is run away and cry, run away and die, all
these bad feeling. Do I release them into the air? No I
harbor them, nurture them, put them in the pot, lock the
lid, and turn up the heat. The intense heat, burns me to
the core of my soul, nothing anyone can for me. Time
consuming process. Pressure builds up, pressure, pressure,
pressure. Can’t contain any longer, pardon me while I
burst into flames. If u get burned, you were warned to stay
away, I cannot be held accountable by the equal and
opposite reaction I respond to your actions. It’s not even
your fault, its mine. The sickness, the smile, the lies,
the walls upon shields behind which I hide. The pain in my
eyes gives it away. I try not to hide it, but the
subconscious mind overtakes, the smile and the emotional
walls build up. Nothing to turn to, nowhere to hide, no
one to talk to, I wish I could die. I feel so alone, in
this crowded ass room. The people I’ve lived with, the
one’s that have been through, all the shit I give them. No
matter what I do. I feel so afraid, that I don’t care
anymore. I have no one to live for, besides my own friends.
I have no one to care for, no one to love, everyone’s
happy, I break the cycle. Everyone’s smiles, they all have
a someone. Well I’m all alone, I cry to myself, I sleep to
myself, I hurt to myself, but I must smile with the rest,
continue the cycle. Why spoil the fun. The good looking
picture. I’m tired of this shit, now I must go. To sleep
tight standing up, and lay in bed wide awake.




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