The masked clown

The mask with a smile

I’m a clown
Not one with makeup
But with a simple mask
Simple fragile wood
Is all there is
A better mask
Should be there
To hold the darkness
Seeping from me

Hearing two voices
One from my mouth
One from my head
The mask is for the latter
Hiding the scars
And the poison
From the rest of the world

The former needs no guard
Only a mind open to satire
The humor is aplenty
For all stages of life
From birth
To creating life
Behind locked doors
To sleeping
In a locked box

Once in a while
The wooden mask breaks
Shattering to pieces
Those who witness it
Shall stare in awe
At teary eyes
At the scars
And the lips struggling to smile
For the mask was there
Not to protect the voice within
But to protect the world from it

And from thereon
The witnesses
Always treasured the smile
Checking up everyday
On the face behind the mask
To sooth the wounds
And to create a smile

But I’m a clown
And my job is simple
To create happiness
And to give a smile
But never will I
Put my burden
On another soul
And from thereon
I put another mask
Underneath my wooden mask

A thin one
Made out of lies
Lies not to deceive
But to warm the heart
That everything is all right
There’s no need to worry
For I’m a clown
And I’ll be all right