My Cruel Jester Heart

A poem I wrote that has to do with personal expeirence

My Cruel Jester Heart     My heart is a jester That plays cruel tricks It convices me the magic is real Then shows me the truth But as cruel as a heart is Without its cruel pranks we would never find the real trick Wheather it is a disapearing act Or a firey show of passion for the art Without my cruel jester heart I wouldn't look so deep into some Wouldn't see the good in many people But I wish it would stop burning itself So love was not its only medicine I look at many and think are they the one Do they look at me Do they think of me on lonley nights My jester heart wispers yes into my ear I am a foolish queen for listening but still I do I will until my pain pays off and the real trick shows threw So now I wonder to all the guys who read this Could it be you