Thestage Stories

There is a clown in all of us!

I was born in a cold December, When God sent my family another member. I was given a career before a name. It's what my parents thought would bring fame............

Hint of Fraudness creeps in Shattering and stinging all my way, when I force a step on that illusional stage. Stage of "Pleasurable illusions". That every human nature loves to possess, To confess the whole world and imprint an impress. the inner- mind walls shout; You are not what you think you are, you are what you think people think about you. The naked-sour truth compelled a heart-clench, Steel-like taste creeped, felt in tongue. Heart asked to follow myself, To clear the clouds of ignorance. Nevertheless my mind screeched hard, It said; Empty,Alone, shame, fraud, Fear Rest those pretty eyes, Too fake to glimpse out here.