Trowa

A mask, a facade
Is all I'll ever be.
You can look and look and look
But I am not just what you see.

There's so much more
To a silent clown.
A painted smile,
A perpetual frown.

Torn and broken
Broken and torn
A sadder fated man
Was never born.

My silence speaks volumes
My words veiled beneath
A deeper meaning, a deeper sorrow
That my past does to me bequeath.

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