im not supposed to be the sad clown im supposed to get everyone laughing, but its not working i'm supposed to be happy! but the darkness is lurking twas' a fat lip painted with a red smile that i have i got them to smile no one can see my sadness that lasts for miles the flower squirts water in my face and i pretend laugher it mixes with my tears after i get the paint off the smile does not remain it never does, not here so i sit alone, on the edge looking around seeming to understand i am a clown, but only for work no one lends a hand and i sit there as everyone shuffles past me on their way back to town they ignore me i am just the weeping clown.
Reason for writing:
yeah, i know im overstepping my bounds by comparing myself to a real clown. but i try to make people laugh. but to most of the people here i am but amusement and laugh-filled.
not a real friend.
Birth sign: Aries
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