Clown

I wonder where I went wrong in life, or if I even ever had a chance
I wonder if I could have done it right, Did I missed by a mere glance?
Pondering if things could have been what I always hoped they would be
Or if what I've done and will do, has already been chosen for me
I'm in pain deep on the inside the question is, am I supposed to be?
Because the path I been walking is pushing the light way down inside of me!
I'm desperately looking for answers that no one seems to know
And everyones conclusion leads
Somewhere I don't want to go!
I don't know if I've already failed or if I'm hanging by a thred 
I'm not confident that the path I walk, is the one I should have tread
I'm desperately looking for aces and kings!
In these cards I hold in my hands
Lucky for me I keep getting jokers
And can play them on demand
But sad to say a clowns smile is simply paint that washes away
To reveal the hurt deep inside, that seems to want to stay
I want to stop playing a part, like an actor on the screen 
When all I want is to be happy
and that is but a dream
So here I paint a smile on, yet again I grin and bear it 
And continue to hope the pain I feel, does not proceed to break my spirit

By LukeCoomer ©