Clown.

It's the next day.

And after,

A restless,

Stupid,

Disappointing night,

I wish,

That just for a second,

I could be,

Someone else.

Someone that knew,

From the bottom,

Of her sick,

Shallow heart,

That something good,

Just might happen,

If she trusted,

In something,

For more,

Than just a few seconds.

So now,

She's off,

To go roading,

With an instructor,

She's not going,

To talk with him,

She's too busy,

Thinking about,

The potential,

That she destroyed.

She's a clown,

A fake,

A barbie,

Smiling,

Laughing,

But not actually,

Feeling anything.

She's a poser,

Hiding behind,

Her clown make up,

Hoping no one,

Will see,

How broken,

She is,

Underneath.

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