I am not the psychopath
That you colour
In the pages of your life
I can see the aftermath
Of the words that slur
As you throw the blame and strife

I am not the psychopath
You see in glasses tinted black
I am only the one who can see
All the pain hidden in the wrath
I am not hiding my comfort in an attack
Put aside the hurt and the angry

Remember a time before the tears
When love held us in tight embrace
Before the loss tore us apart
Blinded we have hidden behind the fears
But love still lingers, a trace
It rests amongst your grief-stricken heart

See the world, it continues to turn
Bringing a new sun, a new moon
See me in the darkened cloud
Take my hand, it won’t burn
Melt into my protective cocoon
A sorrow shared can shut out the crowd

I am just the painted clown
Features hidden under greased concrete
Can you see the cracks as I smile?
A colourful costume covers the scars
Nothing to see here.

Running around in circles
Falling into deep water to applause of strangers
I can hear the laughter as I drown in buckets of stardust
Another pie in the face
Can’t feel the pain.

There is one who knows my true name
They have seen my true face
Love carried us flying on the high trapeze
But when they fell, no net to catch the fall
Grief now wears a red nose

Sitting in sweet repose
Contemplating the weighty woes
That sit heavy on the brain
Listening as rain traverses the window pane
How lonely the raindrops sound
As the wind whips them around

Cold filters through the glass skin
And a shiver forms within
Can’t see the stars tonight
And there is no sliver of moonlight
Storm clouds have blackened the night sky
Then lightning strikes, a flash of firefly

Heart beats with the thunder boom
And another flash lights the room
A laugh gives thanks to be alive
I feel the sense of me revive
As I step into the water deluged air
The static crackles across my hair

Dancing with abandoned joy
I become natures favourite toy
A puppet playing to natures strings
As the thunder drum booms and lightning sings
Feeling the power of life coursing within
Happiness fills this living human manikin

Loving this life
Didn’t choose it, feels random
Picked a different path last week
Right or wrong?
Going to deal with trouble and strife
Trying to get the correct arithmetic sum
That will add up. Will it make me feel weak
Or Strong?
Choices can be a chance or planned
But always leads to a spider web of sticky roads
An adventure of possible endings
Good or bad?
Striding through life’s shifting sand
You can’t head straight as a flight of crows
The journey is the beginning of wonderful chosen things
Choices made?

I’ve been searching endless days
Looking for what was lost
Amongst the jumbled lived out ways
Where minutes are spent counting the cost
In a lifetime that’s lit up in a forever glow
Looking for the beloved sound
Then a voice speaks softly like falling snow
My heart sings. You are found.

Fame is rich in compliments
That are cut paper thin
Covering cracks that lie within

Golden is the light that surrounds you
Blinding you to realities glow
Of the gold that doesn’t show

Pieces of you are taken by strangers
As they tag onto your tail
Borrowing light from your comet trail

Loneliness is your bubble
In a room full of people smiling
As they bow down and call you king

Did you envision this at the start
When life was simple and full
Before you felt the lure of fames pull

So as the light fades into dim
Can you find who you used to be?
Be happy without the celebrity?