Class clown;
Absolutely guaranteed to
Constantly fool around
Never do what you want him to.
Will astound
With outbursts meant to
Irritate, regale, distract
Take breath away and shock you.

Upside down;
Yes, he’ll stand on his head
He loves to make faces
And use accents like the poorly bred.
Turn around,
And moon from a swiftly passing car.
That gets attention just fine
And that is how his jokes usually are.

Noise abounds.
Songs, that are ***** parodies
Or words and music he made up;
Creating portraits of current company.
Laughs found.
Especially if the joke’s not on you.
Class clown.
Entertaining is the only thing he can do.

I go to sleep tired
and wake up exhausted.
But I still carry on each day as normal
and pretend that I'm okay,
so you don't have to feel this way.

- Keeping to myself to protect all else

Stood 6ft away from the closing door, she fell to her knees as she cried on the floor.

"Why does he not want me anymore? Am I no good? Was I a bore?"

Once the tears stopped evading her bloodshot eyes, she reached into a draw and pulled out a knife.

The same knife she'd been using for many of years to draw pretty little pictures with her blood stained tears.

Patterns of the saddest beauty covered her arms and thighs, but she hides them with her perfect lies.

She tells those who ask about the marks on her body that "They were simply just accidents, end of story."

In her life people come and people go, so she thought everyone didn't need to know.

She kept all the pain deep inside.
Until the one person she loved, lied.

Now he's gone and left her for good. So she's just left on the floor crying, feeling unloved and misunderstood.

The subtle quirk of odd socks,
Not quite eccentric enough,
For others to mock,
But more a soft reminder,
In the repeated fields of sheep,
That you are your own,
And you are unique.