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Clown

Am I but a joke to you?

Am I so funny or rather, Foolish

that you cannot help but laugh at my 'theatrics'?

 

If I am, am I an inside joke

utterd by those who whisper under their breaths

while huddled in corners giggling?

Or am I the laughing stock of this little world?

The village idiot.

Am I dressed up as a clown behind your eyes

with a big red nose and a plastic smile?

The jester fool who's just a tool

you use to feel better about yourself?

Or am I that thing that makes you laugh when in solitude

or rather, loneliness at the thought of me?

 

If I am, then at least I can feel content

knowing who or what I am

Knowing I'm fulfilling my purpose

and that I'm doing my job to the best of my ability

for I am willing and able.

I ask of only one answer from you.

You who are quick to point and pass judgment.

You who are like a spinning compass lost without direction.

You who are walking in the abyss of darkness

holding a candle with no flame.

You are the same one who attempts to kindle a flame under water.

 

Do you know who you are?

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brian-abira
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Published
Jun 29, 2010
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