Clowns

Diary - Thursday, 13 November 2008.

Like a clown I draw on a pretend smile, so everyone else is happy. Underneath that smile, scars and bruises, something only makeup can cover.

The sky is blue, like my veins only less abused. I can't stop staring at the sky, you look back, only at a less prettier sight.

I can't help but draw smiley faces all over my books, I don't know why. Maybe it's because you are not around anymore.

And that sky, so blue.

My smile fades some days, the world sees the truth. My depression is spread like waves, although it's none of their business. I wish tears could be controlled, like puppets.

We are all clowns on the inside, some just need more makeup than others...