I fear the man
Whose true face I do not see
Covered by makeup
As he smiles creepily at meI fear the man
Who walks on stilts
Wearing pin-striped pants
As he looks down at meI fear the man
Whose true face I do not see
And therefore I cannot trust him
I fear the manThe man who calls himself
A clown
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The Gateway To My Mind // #Wattys2019
PoetryA forever ongoing collection of all the poems I've ever written. #753 in Poetry, 11/3/2017 #21 in Randompoems, 2/11/2019