Tears of a Clown - AnsoticcA

The ring an empty place

Don’t want to hide my face

I hear the calling

Of my saddest feelings inside

They always laugh at me

About the mask they see

But even then their eyes are

Closed to what is behind

My whole life is a charade

The pretender that I am

An insidious masquerade

No one will ever see

The truth in my life

The curtain falls

The light fades

I am lost in this lie

Crying in silence is all

Left for me

No one sees the tears of a clown

But me

It feels as cold as ice

I’ve learned to pay the price

I am the servant

Of your pleasure

And my deceit

But what else could I be

This lie is part of me

I stumble through the night

And fall into a dream

Where my life is

Not a charade

No pretender that I am

No insidious masquerade