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It’s time for you to perform.
Your big smile’s painted on.
Smile, oh, clown, keep smiling.
You can do it. C’mon!

Hold your tears till later
for when the make-up's off.
Right now give no reason
for anyone to scoff.

Your job is to be funny.
Give them all some chuckles
though you’d rather give them
a sandwich with your knuckles.

They – who do not really see
the real you underneath -
can’t know your vexation
when you smile and show your teeth.

How easily they laugh at you.
They don’t know you at all.
How would they react 
it they even saw you bawl?

Every night your tears pour out.
Regrets and awful pain
from loneliness and bitterness
are eating at your brain.

Your smile is a deception
so big and painted white.
No one person knows
how your tears flow every night.

Injustices you’ve suffered
and loved ones wronged you too.
You wonder why you bother
going on the way you do.

Your heart once glad and golden
is stone cold now instead.
You lie down on your bed
and pray you’ll wake up dead.

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