Behind the Clown’s Big Smile

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.