the crying clown

By lidia

I don’t understand how could you
be everything but true
smell on her skin the dew
of the night as if she were true
like I was to you

thunderbolts in my heart as I saw
a thing to see much too raw
standing all the time in awe
a thing that did me appall

you sure did have it all
the howling wind is one
of my unconscious thoughts
when I muse on this drought

and this lack of love
that was alive in my blue fantasy
diamonds and pearls I envisaged

she was a creature of hypochrisy
sensed by me as a mortal enemy
she was able to drive me crazy

when I pictured her in your eyes
glittering as a star while I

was too shy even to hope
that you would consider me a fantasy

hope so vain like a sailor lost at sea
powerless to compete with her glamour
I could especially see your splendour

therefore my misery and
to what extent I was a dreamer

feeling the ridicule on me like a second skin
my dignity too thin

and scanty
my figure too shabby
funny pitiful yet polite clown
afraid to ask and eager to please

this audience of mine
eyes wide open staring at me
waiting for the inevitable fall of style

biting my tongue
everything I said was wrong

tears falling down I do sympathize with the rain
and the nightfall that all my hopes do drain

the howling dog,the crying baby,the pronstitute
and the mentally ill in the institute
yes ,my emotions I do pronstitute

I do cry at command just to make you feel better
and endlessly your ego flatter

regardless of myself who had died a million of times
I sacrifice my self esteem to please you

always willing to show you that I am humble
able to cause nothing else than trouble
my personality always double

considering that I feign an aplomb
that I don’t posess
able only to obsess
never to play the victim I cess
you I only want to posess
or nobody else
should I put this or some other dress?
You I wanted to impress

in the heat of the moment icebergs I wrought
just hit me with one of your best shots
be cool be a jerk ,be self centered and detached
and superb how only you can be,sober and manly
act with what is your supreme specialty
your huge and infinite cruelty

to love her and break her heart
was a privilege you gave her
me not even woman you did consider

the Gods of love above had more pity
than you had
who acted so bad
make me feel as if I were mad
make me feel this sad
in melancholy always clad

come to my aid now,
restore in me the faith in men
show some humanity
and sensitivity
be irrational and angry
once in a while show me
some irrationality
even if it may seem ordinary
I don’t think she had a delicacy
in which she exceeded me
maybe only apparently and phisically

oh,how could you not see?
was your superiority
just a fantasy
that you had
being in reality just
some vile monster
with a heart of stone?
would you just throw me a bone?
extract from my side this thorn?

how can you reconcile your greatness with your superficiality?
have you any sense of reality?
self awareness of your mentality?
or just react to those you consider your enemies?

but if,you want to suprise me
do something stupid and irrational
an act of boldness
something mediocre
just leave who we were
change the present
create a future
for you and me
even if not true
shout out that you love me.

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