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Just a clown

Bailey Schorik

I wear a mask to not show

you what i can really be.

But you seem to always

find me through the seemingly

endless void of people.

How can you do this is it that

i am wearing a colorful shirt, or is it that you know me

well enough that you know where i’ll hide.

Well then, i’ll make this harder for you

I am in a place where some people find me useless,

I am in a place where we are ruled by 4 Kings and Queens,

I am in a place where there are only 4 races....

Who am I and where am i?

I am a joker in a deck of playing cards

and that is all i’ll ever be. but you don’t see me that way

you look at me in such a way that it seems

that you remember something i don’t.

why do you like me?

I ask myself the question over and over again.

Is it pity or actual love,

I feel love for you. do you feel the same?