Tears Of A Clown

She’s the joker in deck of cards, the first to take the piss,
And the opportunity to mock herself, she’ll never ever miss,
She seems so strong and forthright,
Quick of tongue and mind,
In fact a more jovial individual,
Would be difficult to find,

But behind that tough exterior, lies a sensitive soul,
Her confidence in tatters and her heart no longer whole,
She hides the ache in her chest from everyone she knows,
But the pain is catching up with her,
And every day it grows,

She’ll do all she can to shield you,
From the hurt she holds inside,
She’s fearful that one day the pain she carries,
Will be impossible to hide,

She’s terrified you’ll see her for the woman she really is,
Weak, broken and empty,
Unable to forgive,
So for now she dons her make-up, and paints her jester face,
And she’ll play the role of the joker for you,
As she knows, that it’s her place.