Sometimes, you clown
Attempting to bring laughter to those who frown.
Or maybe it’s just an attempt to hide your most recent mental breakdown.
To the world, you’re smiling
Trying to not fall over your feet.
But eternally, you’re dying
Feeling lonely and incomplete.
It’s getting harder to hide,
All those feelings you’ve kept locked up inside.
“It’s okay, I’m really fine”
Yet you’ve memorized the suicide hotline.
