I wanted to be a pianist but I am a clown.
I make people laugh when I want to make them feel the music in my soul.
I am stuck in this role for life has thrown me a curve ball.
I have caught it, made the best of it.
I don’t grumble or moan or gripe or anything.
I am happy I can make people happy.
I am glad I have a pay when many stand lacking on the sidelines.
Yet….
I wish,
For once,
I could laugh.
I wish
I could be free
To be me!
MULLINGSPICE 
That’s eally sad and well written.
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Thank you!
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Oh the sad clown… not easy to laugh when other’s laugh being a clown
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Sometimes life can be soooo ….
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Nicely done.
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Trapped inside a pretend person. Poignant
My 100 word story!
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How sad. So important ‘to be me’. Well told 🙂
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True! I have known that, often those who make others smile and laugh, do it out of a sensitive heart. Thanks
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Yes!!!
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Thank you for reading!
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Absolutely! Thank you!
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Thank you!
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Very sad. For some reason I just thought of Robin Williams….
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“Yet..” We all have our ‘yets..’ Nicely done.
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Dear Sabina,
We all wear some kind of mask, whether it be a clown face or a feigned smile. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I like your take on the prompt–the feeling of being trapped this way!
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Thank you!
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Thank you.
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Thank you
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I guess I understand that!
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Your story brings to mind the old Smokey Robinson song, “Tears of a Clown.” Well done.
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Sad, but then some people go to school to learn to be clowns. If you’re a clown with a circus, you also have a home. Good story, Sabina. Well done 🙂 — Suzanne.
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Thanks Suzanne. You are one faithful friend and I wait to read your comment!
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Thank you!
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