I'm a effing Clown

Like a clown i draw on a pretend smile,
so everyone else is happy.
Underneath that smile,scars and bruises,
something only makeup can cover.

The sky is blue,likie my veins only less abused.
i cant stop staring at the sky,
you look back,only at a less prettier sight.

I cant help but draw smiley faces all over my books,
i dont know why,maybe its because you are not around anymore.

And that sky soo blue...

My smile fades somedays,the world sees the truth.
My depression spread like waves,
although its none of their business.
I wish tears could be controlled,like puppets

We are all clowns on the inside,some just need more makeup than the others........