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just a clown
Just a clown
Bailey Schorik
I wear a mask to not show
you what i can really be.
But you seem to always
find me through the seemingly
endless void of people.
How can you do this is it that
i am wearing a colorful shirt, or is it that you know me
well enough that you know where i’ll hide.
Well then, i’ll make this harder for you
I am in a place where some people find me useless,
I am in a place where we are ruled by 4 Kings and Queens,
I am in a place where there are only 4 races....
Who am I and where am i?
I am a joker in a deck of playing cards
and that is all i’ll ever be. but you don’t see me that way
you look at me in such a way that it seems
that you remember something i don’t.
why do you like me?
I ask myself the question over and over again.
Is it pity or actual love,
I feel love for you. do you feel the same?
