Picture courtesy of itz5.deviantart.com
Once again you let
her down
Making her the fool,
the clown
And as ever she takes it
with grace
For very soon she’ll be far
from this place
The games you play bore
her to tears
She’s fed up of your insecurity
and fears
Pushing her far for no
reason at all
Who is the real clown, who
is the fool?
Do you realise all that
you do?
Do you really have
any clue?
She’s cares little
now anyway
She’s used to this
day after day
Skin so thick, the she no
longer bleeds
The wounds long healed
that can no longer be seen
She now focuses on
herself
To be free from her
personal hell
So you’ll be a memory
in your lonely life
With no friends to
ever confide
Maybe one day you’ll
grow and learn
No longer feeling the
need to crash and burn
Then who knows, acceptance
of the past
And friends once more with
a future to last?
Until then she’ll
carry on
She has a life to live
And shan’t put a foot wrong
Posted on May 24, 2014
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