The Clown

I'm so tired of pretending it doesn't hurt
Every time I've fallen down
Pushing myself back up on scratched hands and knees
With the smile of a crying clown

My tiny feet don't fit his shoes
I can't keep playing this exhausting role
I'm trying to learn all the tricks and games
To avoid crashing down into the some old hole

I don't know how to juggle
This many problems on my own
Can't seem to find the will to laugh every time I mess up
It seems I may have broken my funny bone

This outfit is too big for me
No one can see me struggling underneath it all
Suffocating in the frills and polka dotted clothing
Who will be there to catch me when I fall

This makeup is wearing off
But who will stay to see the real face behind the red nose
Not one person can see the painful truth
They just see another one of my amazing shows

I guess at the end of another day
I'm the only one lost in this circus of lies
In a red and white tent of actors like me
This is where my fragile soul dies