High on feelings, no concealings,
Who decides I’m upside down?
Acting gentle, going mental,
Who can tell if I look frown?
I’m so tender, pain’s my shelter,
A crown of torns is my crown.
So they shell me, oh, God, tell me,
What good is a crying clown?
Always haunted, stand dumbfounded,
Where did my way go astray?
When their word calls, I take their falls.
Why is my heart your ashtray?
I can’t hand it, I must stand it,
Why does red and blue go gray?
World is tainted, how you paint it,
Why can’t I just have my day?
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Hmm.. I don't think you showed this one to me, I like it. ^^
"What good is a crying clown?"
Damn, that line is full of meaning! :D Don't ever stop writing such genius poetry, but I'm gonna have to say the opposite for the word "dumbfounded". :P xD It's a weird word. :D
What do you have against "dumbfounded"? Did it hurt you? :P Anyway, thank you for the nice and encouraging words. I'll try. ;)
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