Sad Clowns
A word of advice from the "ultimately" nice,
My smile hides my frown, I'm usually down,
People ask and say, how and why I smile each day,
But they just don't seem to get it, I didn't invent it,
They walk right by, I know they aren't looking in my eyes,
I don't let them, even when we're connecting,
They don't know how to inquire, and I don't know how to retire
So they keep on with their day, and I keep pretending to be okay,
But inside I'm dying, it's getting really hard to keep on trying.
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