I am dreams unrealized,

Frozen water,

Broken earth,

And dark cloudy skies.

I speak with thorn bush pain

Bleeding as it punctures my veins.

Clothed in despair,

Crowned in heartache,

And bound to each leg

A heavy weight.

Yet without fail

I smile still.

That dark attire

I drown in laughter.

From that thorny bush

Roses spring forth.

My weights I disguise as a resting place,

And my crown,

Jewels of humor take its space.

Then I meet you at your place of joy

With all the disguises I employ,

Just so I can be certain

You cannot see me behind the curtain.

Because more than to not feel as I do,

I do not wish my fate upon you.

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