Will I always be a circus clown? By Katherine Lightwood
Will I always be a circus clown? By Katherine Lightwood I laughed at the top of my voice, I danced like it was my only choice. They laughed at me whenever I fell, It was easy at first, then it started to feel like hell. Was tied around, and dragged like a hound, I was hopeless and I was bound. I tried so hard and I just failed, My heart ruptured when it was nailed. Given up my pride, given up my hope, Thought I could depart, just by a rope. But I muffled my cries with a loud laugh, They thought I was happy, but I was torn in half. Days passed and the wounds deepened, I laughed as they laughed and that's how it happened. I cried through the night, I laughed through the day, Keep them entertained, they were cheerful and gay. Was replaced O wanderer, I was so down, So is it true, will I always be a circus clown? Katherine Lightwood