Society pushed me around like a trash bag but I still make people smile. Nobody made me smile when I was a child but I still make children laugh. I don't know my dad and my mother abandoned me, I roamed around the streets like a bastard child. I now work in a circus where I help people forget their worries even though those were the same people that abused and kicked me around when I was a nobody.
But I have no regrets now because I am a clown, I have my own identity in this world.
Sometimes alcohol consumes me and the lines between me and my persona become blur. I become a vicious and vengeful clown that wants to hurt and harm people in my imagination. I suppress it and push it aside to the back of my head, but the thought of it ever being realized scares me.
Sweet tears of joy run down people's faces but mine are filled with sadness and sorrow when I take off my veil. The facade that makes people laugh has a dejected man behind it and I cannot tell the world my story because then people will shun me.
Alas I continue to make people laugh, find my happiness in their happiness till the day I die and find another character to play.
But I have no regrets now because I am a clown, I have my own identity in this world.
Sometimes alcohol consumes me and the lines between me and my persona become blur. I become a vicious and vengeful clown that wants to hurt and harm people in my imagination. I suppress it and push it aside to the back of my head, but the thought of it ever being realized scares me.
Sweet tears of joy run down people's faces but mine are filled with sadness and sorrow when I take off my veil. The facade that makes people laugh has a dejected man behind it and I cannot tell the world my story because then people will shun me.
Alas I continue to make people laugh, find my happiness in their happiness till the day I die and find another character to play.
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