My thoughts are overflowing
  Bursting at the seams
They're filling up the spaces
  Where nothing's what it seems

My thoughts mix into puddles
  Turning murky brown
I try to communicate them
  But they're all watered down

My thoughts crumble like castles
  At the tip of my tongue
They're falling back down my throat
  And scratching up my lungs

My thoughts are oozing out my pores
  And dripping on your skin
But when I try to say those words
  
  I can't even begin


-e.r.n.

My mask is what I have become.
A clown drowning in his own tears while smiling for the world.
The paint won't come off.
My skin is stained snowy white and my red nose piece is how I breathe.
Removing a single piece would be suicide
and this why my first faced was dyed.
No one to talk to or confide,
a clown in a cage, telling jokes for your laughter.

Slipping
Slowly slipling
Fading
Slowly fading
Into darkness
Into nothingness
I hang
On the edge
One hand
Gone
I try to hold on
But
The other
It's gone too
Darkness
Slowly  consumes
Everywhere I look darkness
Silence
Slight laughter
Distant
But it creeps
Closer
Closer
A light flickers on
Its over head
Closer
Closer
A clown emerges
Its tward the corner
Black paint
Sinister smile
Evil
My sanity
Slipping
Grip on reality
Weakened
Sight
Slowly fading
Laughter again
This time from the Clown
Were more alike
Than you tought
Me and the clown you see
Look at him now
Seems hes lost it too

Once lived a clumsy, boorish fellow
called 'Creeky the Clown',
Painted masked face
and not a trace
of a Frown

but deep beneath he carried
A crippled Heart.
that hid its Sadness,
yet it danced with madness
for to make people laugh was his Art

Satirical sadness
said the face of the clown,
Under the big top
tears upside down

Twenty five years
of life on the road,
No smiles, no more
has taken its toll

The laughter is gone
and so its said
The show is but over,
So put it to rest

Sitting alone,
in front of the glass,
his reflection is broken
dropping down fast

Make-up streams down
his circus drawn face,
Sitting with no one
in his own solemn place

Dropping his pills,
with a liter of gin
fading so fast
and losing his grin

The big top has fallen,
the circus left town
Nobody cares
the sad clown is down.

Just like a newborn*  you appeared,
Making her happy of your existence.

Just like a clown  you act,
Making her smile and happy whenever you're around.

Just like a rose  being touched,
You make her overwhelm at the same time hurt.

Just like an actor  you act,
Doing fake roles of someone just to be liked.

Just like a knife  you hurt,
Leaving a wound which could heal,
Leaving a scar that may be or may not be erased.

Just like a wind  you left,
Leaving nothing but the feeling of being passed by.