Clown

definition of me

Popping delicious pills tonight
to take the pain away tomorrow
because my days overflow with sadness
And blister up my white skin with sorrow.

Reaching towards the sky for a magician
But coming out with a white rabbit.
I never do get all I am quite worth
Just spilling the beans with every bad habit.

You might as well name me a clown
For the paint that hides my tired eyes
And under all of that my broken heart sits
They all don't know this imposter, my disguise.

I am a blind crow flying high in the sky
Having one chance not to fall
But the chances of staying up is slim to none
Because everyone will kill me, leave me raw.

I am molded to the lonely alleys in the streets
Where crimes roam like the horns of the devil
cutting the corners and taking the wrong way
continuing my journey downtown, what a rebel.

And the ones that loved me tonight
Won't be pleased tomorrow when I'm falling down
Because under all the beauty on the outside
On the inside I am a broken heart, a clown.

Author's Note

It's been awhile since I wrote, so there is alot of feelings lingering

Reviews

[octane143]

Popping delicious pills tonight
to take the pain away tomorrow
because my days overflow with sadness
And blister up my white skin with sorrow.

Reaching towards the sky for a magician
But coming out with a white rabbit.
I never do get all I am quite worth
Just spilling the beans with every bad habit.

Wow! As a recovering drug addict and alcoholic these lines pulle dme in and aptivated me. I felt the pain here. So many people, addicts or not, put on "happy faces" to hide the saddness and sorrow within. (I write alot about this.) The redeaming quality in being human is occassionally if we are courageous enough, we can remove the masks and face the demons within. This is incredible writing!

[bluessadmood]

because my days overflow with sadness
And blister up my white skin with sorrow
how much pain i feel ..its like the world coming to an end..its surprising how someone who can tell such beautiful words
cannt not find a way to come to turns with life to have some peace and harmony with himself
Reaching towards the sky for a magician
But coming out with a white rabbit.
I never do get all I am quite worth..such beautiful souls will do quite good even with a rabbit..wonderful souls are very strong they dont need a magician by their side to go on with their lives..rabbits will do
You might as well name me a clown
For the paint that hides my tired eyes
And under all of that my broken heart sits
They all don't know this imposter, my disguise..i will never call you a clown..i see wisdom its self talking to me..that paint that hides those beautiful eyes..tired they may seem..they are pearls ..the depth of a wonderful sea ..i just like to look in them all the while ..i see so much beauty..so much wise
I am a blind crow flying high in the sky
Having one chance not to fall
But the chances of staying up is slim to none..i agree with you the good can never stay high up..the so rotten is always there
Because everyone will kill me, leave me raw..all want to kill so much beauty..they can not stand it..its you who should know yourself..you are your best defense..and i am with you all the way
And the ones that loved me tonight
Won't be pleased tomorrow when I'm falling down..i will always be pleased with you..there are so many good hearts in this world ..you only feel so lonely..it should never be that way...
wonderful ..just perfect ..work