The Jester
People laugh at me,
\Do you know why?
\People stare at me,
\Do you know why?
\People are mean to me,
\Do you know why?
\People look dead to me,
\I know why.
\These voice's in my head tell me to kill from time to time,
\I know why.
\The maddness doesn't stop,
\I know why.
\Do you know why?
\Don't worry about it,
\Cause I always gets mine.
Copyright © Brian Arbaugh | Year Posted 2016
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