weak

You lock yourself in your shadows,

an emotional barricade

around your heart.

You wear a joker’s mask;

kneeling before the queen,

you toss your jokes carelessly

like pennies from a noble’s hand,

and their laughter doesn’t hurt.

You pretend their laughter doesn’t hurt,

but, like a sunflower to the sun,

you turn towards praise

with a bright smile,

and shrivel inside

when they ignore you.

Because, inside,

you are weak.

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