Zita's Little World

Just a random series of thoughts that run through my head.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Circus Clown

I am weak
I am broken
I am battered
I am bruised
I am hollow
I am lonely
I am wretched
And abused

I am angry
I am scared
I am guilty
Unprepared
I am blind
And I am deaf
I would scream
but there's none left

Strong
Tell me what it means
To be strong
When everything it seems
has gone so wrong
And every painful step along
This obstacle course
is wearing me down
Just another crying circus clown
I am not strong

I am jaded
I am raw
I've been conquered
By what I saw
I'm a cynic
I'm a knave
I've forsaken
I have craved

I'm a bully
I'm a child
I am raging
I am wild
I am clingy
I am strife
I am dying
I am life

Strong
Tell me what it means
To be strong
When everything it seems
has gone so wrong
And every painful step along
This obstacle course
is wearing me down
Just another crying circus clown
I am not strong

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