Uncle Just Play Court Jester
No one tells me anything
For fear I think
Of my brittle nature to the
cold heart truth being exposed
As obviously better than I
they know me
And what fickle nature consumes
my soft underbelly and wafer thin skin
How I take every little setback to heart
And that I simply can not rest knowing
someone i love
May rest just as uneasy as I now do
knowing what we both know
And no amount of pretending the
problem does not exist
Will make the problem or this
sinking feeling subside or go away
Maybe that's why no one chooses
to tell me anything at all
Because although I may wish I can
not solve other people's problems
Fact of the matter is in reality
I can barely solve my own
And will probably only end up making
the problem ten times worse anyway
And besides that i am supposed to
be the fun one
Uncle Just Play Court Jester
Who tells cheesy stupid childish
jokes in order to make light
of just incase any dire grave situation
should occur
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