The Clown

It is a facade, strong as I may appear

clowning by day, inside – shaking with fear

Hiding inner decay, a weakness, mine to bear

A pain, shared with no one, with no one to hear

You see the smile, which is, but a thin veneer

Scratch the surface, and you’ll see me tear

A cacophony of sound, people from there to here

My lonely heart beats, oft Sobbing in fear

Our pain is bespoke, with no one to share

Though a hug I crave, a friend to be near

Who has the patience, time to lend an ear

We are, but a circle of one, no one so near

Heads down on our paths, not a moment to spare

I’d give you a listen, free time though is rare

Friends galore, family members who are dear

Yet, only one listens, By the name of Sameer