Saturday, March 3, 2012


Tempted by surrounding colors
I am imprisoned in a circus
Joy my mask, sorrow my sentiments
I'm your entertainment, your amusement
Among colors and laughs My tears fall
As I walk the wire without stall
Distracted and bruised I try and see
the blurred destination, the stark reality
With the freedom you think bestowed upon me
I live an imprisoned identity 

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