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  • Writer's pictureVictoria Quinn

learning sadly to be funny

half your size, a fourth of your age

reality set a cruel stage

love costed a hurt or a laugh

my jester to your maddened hat


with every breath, i choked inside

in holding the secret to hide

i played small, took one for the team

before life could present meaning


feeling too much became numbing

weighing each footstep upcoming

learning sadly to be funny

awaiting the day of running


it must come as shock and surprise

the past spotlights all truths from lies

at least when i sleep, i don’t fight

my head on my shoulders at night


in case any choose to forget

memories store the best secrets

buried deeply is the real me

beneath what you deemed was funny


i know that you already know

i love you as you are, although

you live in denial of me

life’s meaning sits behind the scenes


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