posted on Nov, 6 2011 @ 01:53 PM
this is a poem i wrote about the mask that we all wear (or at least have worn).
BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Big shoes and bow tie,
With colorful clothes;
Red lips, white face,
With rosy, red nose;
His personality places pleasure
In the lives of those that he knows;
A synthetic smile,
So sadness never shows;
An entertainer of sorts,
Or so he's been filed;
Adopted lifestyle, to make people smile,
Makes his existence all the worthwhile;
So soft and so gentle,
So meek and so mild;
With the wisdom of ancients
And the heart of a child;
Puppets and toys,
Forever his friends;
Joyful jokester,
Is the message he sends;
With a lighthearted entrance,
His routine begins;
But seemingly enough,
The show never ends;
A dangerous display
That denies him a break;
The strength that he shows
Is nothing more than a fake;
Solitude and sorrow
Have caused his heart to ache;
He's broken and battered,
There's nothing more he can take;
He walks alone
On time's solemn shores;
He puts on a show
That the whole World adores;
Seeing them smile,
His pain he ignores;
But he's a different man,
When he gets behind closed doors.