The world loathes it,
Falls short to appreciate.
Wrapped inside a skin so hard
They fear to rip it apart
Run away, for you should not waste
Your time in its grotesque face.
Made into this disfigured beast
The world forgets it should, but, breathe.
Let alone, just let it be!
For it must, if nothing, but breathe.
Afraid to come out, reach out
It bleeds inside, weeps outside
Sets up a show of delight
But faces the truth every night with moist eyes.
Realizes the fate that awaits it,
Feats it shall fail & live a dead life.
Wonders why him?
Juxtaposition of a monster & a clown.
They laugh & he bleeds
Loses himself every hour
Puts up a show of pretence
Where he's content.........
