Crappy Poem!

If you split me in two you would find just my soul,
Locked in tightly are my insecurities in the world,
Here I am nothing but a small and lonely girl,

With thoughts cascading from my mind like a waterfall,
The water is deep but empty all the same,
Can you reach this little girl? Has she a name to call?

Look deeply and you will see the crying clown,
It has no reason to cry but cries to cry alone,
Can you help turn unhappiness around?

For this girl is neither the clown nor girl,
Nor the human for humanity is lost,
All that she has left is her broken soul.

whoa, awesome! :smiley: :sunglasses:

thanks, its nothing. no really! less that nothing! :blush:

aww, no it’s cool :smiley: