Tears of a clown

Mascara streaking from the corner of my eyes,
tears of sadness and unheard good-byes,
mingle together to form the appearance of my face
wRunning black rivers of pain and regret,
making my eyes look so deeply inset.
I ask myself, "Why do I let him make me so deeply upset?"

Tears of dread, tears of sorrow,
and tears that leave me to borrow,
the tears of a clown,
so big, black, and round. hich has suddenly become in a clown like state.