A lonely, sad existence you say
Like the clown that puts on a show
Teardrops painted on his powder white face
We continue to laugh at his jokes
But the pain that dweels deep inside
Brings laughter to the common man
For the smile on his face confuses us;
his feelings we don’t know where he stands
Teardrops showing blatantly
On a background the color of snow
Yet we continue to laugh at his pain,
for his sadness is our joke
A lonely sad existence
That far too many understand
As life seems to crumble in our eyes
Instead of help others just laugh
“Others sadness should not be your source of entertainment. Take time to uplift someone instead of being entertained by their downward spiral.” -Monica Renata