Mime

Like a prisoner

Trapped in their silence. The black and white stripes.

These were the people I feared the most.

A face full of makeup simply for the entertainment of others.

It wasnt until last summer when I came face to face with one.

I cried. 

I wanted nothing more than to run away, and yet

Something made me stay.

After some time I was laughing. Smiling. I was happy.

Then they didn't seem so bad.