Jester in a King's Court

What happens when one never leaves the boundaries of their existence to explore "What else is out there?"

Don't ask me what i think...don't ask me what I feel. No matter what emotions, I hide behind a veil. Not of silk, or cotton, or of any cloth. 
I hid behind a mask, so I feel nothing at all.
I am a clown. See me dance and sing. Come on, you know...you made me this very thing.
I'm funny, yes? You know that to be true, so come dance with me...come one come all.
I am a woman, not a man, lets get this straight at the beginning. I am a linguist. You know naught of what I say.
You see my eyes. They look like glass. You stare at them, they stare blankly right back.
In this shell I am not. I fled ages ago. Before my pride, my sanity fled.
It was 'an age to die for', or at least that's what they said. Can you believe it? Can you? Of course you can...for you made the rules.
I dance in front of the court, you see, for pleasure to bring to a sort of humanity. It is quite bearing...to not be loved.
 I gave my soul to my routines, to be loved...to see you smile.. My own guilty pleasures..My pride. I hide it away like a sin. I covet my place at your feet my lord. To be loved, held. You call my name. I rush to please. Its a wonderful existience.

Author's Note

This is an old "story" This is all there is. It fits to me somewhere between poetry and a story of madness.