Clown

I wonder where I went wrong in life, or if I even ever had a chance

I wonder if I could have done it right, Did I miss by a mere glance?

Pondering if things could have been what I always hoped they would be

Or if what I've done and will do, has already been chosen for me

I'm in pain deep on the inside the question is, am I supposed to be?

Because the path I been walking is pushing the light way down inside of me!

I'm desperately looking for answers that no one seems to know

And everyones conclusion leads

Somewhere I don't want to go!

I don't know if I've already failed or if I'm hanging by a thred 

I'm not confident that the path I walk, is the one I should have tread

I'm desperately looking for aces and kings!

In these cards I hold in my hands

Lucky for me I keep getting jokers

And can play them on demand

But sad to say a clowns smile is simply paint that washes away

To reveal the hurt deep inside, that seems to want to stay

I want to stop playing a part, like an actor on the screen 

When all I want is to be happy and that is but a dream

So here I paint a smile on, yet again I grin and bear it 

And continue to hope the pain I feel, does not proceed to break my spirit

By LukeCoomer ©