Unhappy Clown
The Makeup on my face Is only there to disguise the scars of hurtful memories past The way people laugh and poke fun at me Makes this Clowns heart feel like It will soon fade out and no longer be able to last People with hearts of stone Think my existence is filled with nothing but laughter and joy But if they felt the pain I feel every time they laugh and throw things at me They would know that the show I put on for them on the outside Is not at all the Real Mccoy Unfeeling Mockery of me Seems to make their own cold exsistence feel more liveable They have no idea that their harsh tones and cruel jokes To me are not hospitable When the final curtain has fallen And all the people have gone home laughing and joking At how funny and entertaing a show they have just come to see The Unhappiness and Sorrow continues on For the Unhappy Clown that is me Written August 10th, 2001 © on Jul 03 2002 12:57 PM PST 0 • 1
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"The Makeup on my face..."