The upside down clownA Poem by spayne94
The upside down clown
He's out to get me To pull me upside down with his metals and mechanics To bend and pull and renew all that looks sad He stares at me dreaming up who I am supposed to be Out with the old in with the new he says He starts with the top, my long frown He shakes his head in disbelief He tuts at my nose, my eyes even My bone structure His idea of perfection awaits Tick goes the clock I wait in pain He pulls out nails and hammers and all things cruel Turning me into the creature he believes me to be His idea of perfect My eyes close, my lips freeze, my face and torso numb As the liquid floods in His liquid mix of insanity He gets to work drilling and cutting me apart He waits a while Finally he is pleased As now I am the creature he wishes me to be With a cold ice heart and metal case I am nothing but a robot But all I ever have been in is a robot But now at least I am the creature he wishes me to be © 2013 spayne94Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 11, 2013 Last Updated on May 11, 2013 Tags: borderline, bpd, mental health, Clown Author
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