Many a time spent chasing behind, smile painted on
There under false pretences not sure
If I’m going to be found out anytime soon,
Driven away for not being who I allude to
Never the sparkly, witty one
Rather the one who watches from a quiet corner
As the circus unfolds…
Who shall I be tonight?
Dancing rock star whirling about the room
Or a wallflower clinging to the bar there, like a life raft?
Circus paint on, costume on? Check
Hair, heels, personality all in order
Still unsure if I’m in the wrong fairytale,
And how soon can I escape it all….
It’s all started to bore now you see
Daily adventures have become monotonous
Looking at faces flushed red, dull eyes
Comprehending nothing other than a drink
Which is blotting up the spilled ink of their daily story
That they have no way to escape from.
Ailsa
©AilsaCawley Poetry 2015
Brilliance
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Thanks for such a kind comment! 🙂
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You’re so welcome you write beautifully ♡
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How to make someone’s day!!! 🙂
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Keep writing your beautiful words♡
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I shall keep writing. I can’t guarantee it will be beautiful.
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As long as you’re honest there’s beautiful in that because it’s so rare
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