Laugher hides tears,
A joke to hide trauma
I can’t stop this,
Even if I wanna.
Using humor to cope
Hides all my fears
No one suspects me
When a chuckle meets their ears
Seen as the class clown,
The weird one of the group
When inside I want
To grab some rope
And tie the loop
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2022 15:38
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Wow...I remember those days at school and what beautiful flow. We all have that darkness but now you've written it, I can see a bit more light in it. As we all have that too!
One day you'll see the clown will serve you..
Thank you for sharing
Keep up the write
The most influential people were different,and stood out in the crowd. They were original,and that seems to be hard to find these days. It seems everyone is following someone. Keeping up with the latest trends just because everyone else is. Blaze your own trail,and be the star that stands out in the night sky.🌟🌹🕊🌞
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