The Clown

Today I was inspired by my blog friend Jeannette at Counting Our Blessings and her beautiful poetry. She posted a poem she wrote when she was in high school that meant a lot to her back then.

I wanted to share a poem with you that I wrote back in Middle School, when I was thirteen years old.  It's very short in words but very deep in meaning for me.

The Clown

I put on the make up to look kind of funny but it’s only my eyes who betray me.

I make people laugh, I do it for money, at times I wish they could see inside me.

If I was of glass they wouldn’t laugh because believe me, inside, there’s nothing funny.

People would cry and that would be bad because I wouldn’t get any money.

They pay to be happy at least for a while since happiness can’t last a lifetime.

If I take this make up off, they won’t recognize me, of course you may already know it.

I’m only a clown when I have the make up on but when I don’t, the clown in me? I’ll never show it.

This was how I felt at thirteen but today would be a whole 'nother poem, it would be a happy clown......it's funny that I chose a clown since I don't like clowns......at all! they creep me out.   My parents took me to a circus when I was nine and, for what ever reason, I decided back then that I didn't like clowns or the circus! go figure.  I don't really have an explanation, I just don't!

Hmmm, I wonder what my psychologist friends would say about all this?

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