🤡 the clown, in the mirror.

My Looking Glass

Am i a clown? Cause all i can do is frown. I cant even see me, walking around, all i see is fun mirrors looking back at me with distorted pictures of what could be me? But doesnt feel right to me. I know god, and can feel god but where is god?

Cause im in this circus, been getting traded back and forth so long, idk who i belong too. What real, whats not? Caught in a trap, caught in a lie. Who will set me free? Where is god? Does he know me?

My heart hurts so bad. Like a piece of glass, stabbed in depths of me, nobody can see. I cant even see me.

Put a smile on, do your dance, make everyone happy. In this circus of a town. Trying to escape but all l can see are faces laughing back at me. bright lights in my eyes make it hard to see in all these lies. But when i look in the glass, i just want to know who is that looking back. Im tired of the makeup, the dance, the show. I just want to break the glass. So i can truly know. But I cant cause here I am stuck on the inside of the looking glass. Always searching, but never breaking free. Trying to see me, but all i see is a clown who just frowns. For now I’m just glad I left that small town. Maybe one day I’ll find god and know why. Maybe one day I’ll break free from this looking glass inside me. Then I’ll know. Me.