By Austin Howe

Shame and fear

Separate yet similar

Growing up i was a laugher

I made people smile

How foolish i was

 

To my Mind this was right

But not everyday was built for joy

I couldn’t believe no-one laughed

I always feared when the laugh was gone

I was ashamed that I lost my gift

 

I sleep and laugh to myself

My life has been the joke

Never taken seriously

I intend to make it.

 

Not for personal gain, moral confidence

But to find my joy, by making others happy

As well as sad, angry, confused, mesmerized.
I want to be known for making people feel something

Because I can’t.

 

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