Alright this poem needs some background
This is probably my worst poem ever......i cant fine inspiration after all this time still because i have nothing to write about ..but here it goes anyways
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Sitting alone in a mind full of clowns
laughter fills me
but sorrow surrounds
The frowning faces remind me of time
and how much i have left
and how much has gone by
Sitting alone and thinking of pain
how easy it is to think your insane
Everyone else standing there staring
everyone else standing there glaring
When i think of myself i think of my soul
I wonder if its clean i wonder if its cold
I wish i could see what my soul is made of
in the end i hope i've given enough love
So back to this room filled with sad clowns
i'll cheer them all up
and show them they are no longer bound
And as for me and my soul
i'll work on my person
as i still have a hold
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