The screams of a madman are seldom heard
His cries go unheeded - he pleads with the night
When lightening strikes on this down-trodden face
his actions are now viewed by all with delight
The one man's torture is another's amusement
A sideshow freak hiding a lifetime of lies
Dancing for quarters in the neighborhood bar
Goofing around with only shame in his eyes
His endless laughter hideously sounding
A grease painted face hides his true emotions
What begins as a fall, delights the crowd
and after the show, he alone cries oceans
Lives with endless torment from his inner voice
He is a lonely man, fighting to keep sane
A circus clown, not a proud mans profession
His painted smile doesn't wash away his pain
What a clown has lost matters not to the crowd
They came only to watch how funny a show
They expect to be entertained and amused
This mans emptiness, no one wishes to know
The man's true identity cannot be shown
His act is cheered by all, and feared by some
His sorrows are the source of your amusement
If life is a circus; what has he become?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem