The story of a crying clown

Her tears flow like stringless pearls.
Her face filled
with sadness.
Her eyes filled with grief.
She walked through the crowd,
dimming in the shadow of darkness.

She screamed.
No one heard
her.
No one see her.
She was alone.
Alone as she was.

Streaming down the street,
everyone sees her as a clown.
Yet,
she was a crying clown.
People see her as a laughter,
as she who can
bring laughter and joy to all.

But, no one notice the tears behind her
masked happy face.
All in the world, yet no one.

No one see her.
She remained silent.
Remain what she was supposed to do,
the task of
the crying clown.
She, who hide her feelings in a mask of happiness.
All
she wanted was to bring joy to people.

The story of a crying clown.
Remains as it was.
As sad as it can be, to joy to those around her.
With grief and sorrow,
she ended her life providing happiness to all.
Yet, truly,
she was the one who left the world without a glimpse of
happiness.

The story of a crying clown.
Remain as it was.
Deep
and slient within the hearts who see without their eyes.

we both have equal things to worry about

But why the shares always tend to be ignored..

if ther's time u nid to be alone..i may just disappear for awhile.

at Monday, August 18, 2008