The Clown
I'm a clown.
I'm here to make people happy.
I have to be happy.
After all, what's a clown without his smile?
A lot of people don't like me.
It's understandable.
They say I'm scary.
They say I'm frightening.
They don't even try to be nice to me.
If I was dying, if I were there, nobody would come save me at my deathbed.
Nobody's around to help.
One time, I fell off a rock into the lake.
I can't swim.
Between gasps of air, I screamed for help.
But nobody came.
It looked like I was luring people into the water, they say.
Like a clown in the sewer.
You'll float too.
I just want them to be happy.
I just want the world to laugh with me.
Not at my pain
But at my success.
Sometimes, I don't feel very happy.
Like the rain soaked through my skin and into my head.
Like I'm covered in a mild shiver that just won't go away.
But I have to be happy.
After all
What's a clown without his smile?
(This poem... is about Animal Crossing. As in, the game that kept everyone sane during quarantine. Don't try to look for a deeper meaning, it's literally about Pietro from Animal Crossing.)
Copyright © Starlight Matis | Year Posted 2020
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