the pretender

does it matter when the clock strikes 12?
will only then that you'll see her yell?
the burning scare within her dwell...
so right there, there and then, she just fell.

the clown tends to come out during the day,
it isnt her, "just an image," she would say.
time and time again would she pray,
that the wrong side of her consciousness wouldnt stay.

deep inside she is crying for help,
but no one helps her, it cant be dealt.
who actually knows how she felt?
none could answer this, so there before God she knelt.

just take a moment to reflect on your life,
does it sound similar to hers, a lie?
not wanting people to see the real you,
but there inside, you're hoping someone knew.

"many who now are first will be last;
and many who are now last will be first."
this is taken from the gospel of Matthew,
whether you believe is up to you.

jocund, not melancholy she will feel.
graciousness, she will receive, something entirely new.
love, it pays off with a big deal.
hope, she will strive for and not to yield.

the way to overcome fear is to go through it,
to believe in yourself, you stand, not sit.
then only will the hidden candle be lit,
and up in the skies, the stars will glit.