I know how the clown must feel.
When the lights come on and the lines on my face are lit up for the audience to see, I know how the clown must feel. It's time to tell a funny tale, but my insides churn-up stories about those spent with sufferings. I speak of the bravest deeds and within me goes on a battle I'm close to losing. But I do the act with conviction; straight lipped. I'm putting-up an act about truth because it helps me stop recognizing the dishonest within me. It's easier to play this act in the lime-light than to live a life that's real. It's easier sometimes to let the make-up conceal the wrinkles, if it will, and let the lights highlight, where my lips curve in affected smiles- than to face the day.
I think I know how the clown must feel.
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