The Clown

What am I on the page I am inspiring and open That’s my lie on the stage For inside I am broken I’m seen as the class clown, caring and sweet I spread only kindness and laughter I help others whose hearts are admitting defeat I’m a helper, a doer, a crafter But the truth drips from my eyes at night I’m tired of inspiring lies I spread the word of self love despite No one hates me more than I No one suspects the clown Suspects a melting heart of gold I spent all my days in my own circus drowned Wishing my boiling blood would run cold