He became a clown to her, and it started a fight.
It seems the clowns in the family, were growing overnight.
Suddenly a sister, and her two brothers, turned to paint and mask.
They transformed in a couple of hours, they worked strong and fast.
The brushes didn’t move so gently, along their broken skin.
But each of them continued to paint, to hide what was within.
and as it spread across their face, a smile large and wide,
it became easier for them to paint, easier for them to hide.
As the white covered their frown, and the red nose made people laugh,
it hid what had happened, and led a saddened path.
Don’t look beyond the costume makeup, don’t see what their eyes show.
Because the light inside them proves, they have an eternal saddened glow.