A clown.
In a circus peppered with pretence.
A clown
That feeds off of himself.
A clown
That can't keep a straight silence
For any longer than it takes for him
To think up a new joke
For an extra laugh.
His hilarious anecdotes
That take the spotlight for decades together;
His goofy smile, sniffing for validation
That makes up for awkward silences;
His ability to make people laugh
When there's nothing to laugh at.
A clown.
A clown everybody loves.
A clown that hates himself.
And every morning, he covers his dark circles with
Stuff that makes them look darker
And then he does a jig and says,
'I didn't sleep well
Yesterday.
I'm so stupid.'
And he derives nervous chuckles
From anyone who will
Stand watching him try
To be amusing-
He's attracted to it.
Better a nervous chuckle
Than a mean remark.
Better an unsure smile
Than an obvious middle finger.
Better a world that uses him
Than one that doesn't know it can.
They all love him.
They say he makes their life a better place.
He smiles like someone
Who isn't used to such things.
And thanks them for that.
They smile.
He cracks a joke.
The face gets washed over
By profuse irritation.
He doesn't stop.
He falls on his knees.
And apologises for the piece of doormat he is.
They stare in dilated confusion
A hopeless canoe 'gainst the ocean,
Not knowing what to say-
And walk away.
Leaving him confused
About what went wrong.
And every night,
He sleeps with his head against
The cool, unassuming rim of the shower
And raises the knife to his wrists.
The two slits glisten in the rising steam
Like so many roses.
He dies every night.
And every morning he bears dismay,
Scrubbing the remnants off his body
And painting a smile
With the blood he lost
Yesterday.
A clown, yes.
In so many little ways.
In a circus carved upon his epitaph.
And writing about his loveless days
Makes him laugh.
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