Clown faced

See you´re clown face, have you the guts to pout.
Excess of makeup dear what´s going on.
With your soft voice you´re reaching out.
For guidance searching for an opportunity.
Look at my hands listen to my words, time to see.
Clown faced and arriving late to come to this place that reaks of me.
Hold half a minute of eyecontact not quite true.
Here between mundane walls the sound of me wakes you.
Questions your mind wants to ask, it´s not your skin that needs improving it´s your brain.
Embarrased and quiet you remain, and urge me to play this guessing game.
Clown faces like your own, overdripping with lipstick and crème.
clown faces like these, show up everyday.