.............finito

i look at those happy faces ,
all smiling in blissful mirth.
they love to see me play the fool
my antics make them laugh
i juggle ,and jump, shout and scream
to them i am a funny dream
i am tired yet i dance
my body aches with every stance
i mock myself along with them
disguising my tears of shame
im tired of being me...u know
tired of making them smile
just tired of wearing insults
like id wear my new jacket
it makes me sick in my mind
to see how they leech at me
ogle at my painted nose
laugh at peculiar shoes
they wouldn't look closer u know
i know they are scared to see,
the distortion beneath....
of what they have made me
scared to death they are within
they know very well their sin
a day will come,when the paint will wash off
they'll have to look at the effect of their action
my face distorted,my laughter, then screams
screeching in pain,they'll come down to me
begging mercy
....................for having bleed me to death,robbing me of happiness
so that they could laugh freely ......at my expense
i am expensive u know..................its time i ask my worth..
rob them off what they call happiness.........deprive them of life.