The Clown The clown paints her face and goes into the world hidden behind an image an image that can’t be define a smile that the world sees the smile that I paint on me I paint a happy person the white makeup hides the fear of failure and the red lips hides the pain this funny hat hides the tears and these big shoes makes the heart grow cold with this makeup the clown is bold and brave ready for anything and whoever comes her way she lives her life day to day The clown paints her face and goes into the world hidden behind an image they laugh at her mistakes and goofs but inside they dont see that she is the real fool she's just an image that can only be defined as one that makes her a joke to herself and everyone else.
Reason for writing:
I dont know if this makes any sense I was just typing stuff :)
Birth sign: Aries
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