I look into the mirror,
A reflection stares back at me.
I don’t like what I see there,
Applying makeup for everyone to see.
The weight of life upon me,
All I see is the clown.
My eyes are drawn and heavy,
Red lips become a frown.
I hear the crowd is waiting,
So I shift in my chair.
I walk toward the curtains
An audience so unaware.
I step into the bright lights,
A ripple of applause.
I raise my hands to thank you,
Yet you don’t know my inner war.
My set is automatic,
The laughter fills the air.
I’m the hero of the hour,
Yet inside, I just don’t care.
The crowd leaves the building,
I return to the mirror once more.
Once again, I look inside,
With my heart upon the floor.
