Clown ( a poem that basically describes Trowa)

My night of solitude comes
falling down As if pouring
down from the frozen crescent
moon

My true heart, that was hidden
behind a mask of tears and
smiles, Was somewhere,
sometime, left behind.

I'm acting in the spotlight
The happiness I thought I had
lost
The sadness I thought I had
forgotten The solitude
I continue to act them out

Even if I'm tired of dreaming
Even if my love has been
betrayed I am a clown, with
my empty heart, without even
any memories, only looking
on.

Soon I will walk out into the
spotlight Embracing the lies
Tonight, again, the curtain will
rise.

I am lingering in the shadow
of tears and smiles My true
heart is only painting over
myself

I have been acting for so long
The happiness I was sure I had
thrown away The sadness I
had locked away. I create a
smile and put it on.

The sensitivity of the children
whose small eyes sparkle...
Before the accepting hearts
that would believe any
invented thing My mask
crumbles and falls.

I am so inexperienced in
being loved I don't know how
to give love, either. A clown,
that for just one sparkling moment
felt something well up in his heart
and knew what it meant to
cry...

A clown that knew what it
meant to cry...