The Jester - Poem by Khaos Dven
The Jester, a happy clown right? Wrong, hes a slave in tight chains, outside laughing, inside? Hacking, cause hes choking on his tears, for years hes been laughed at, played for a king, whos never felt the sting of a razor. He does not know the low life, the stain and strife, he does not know the Jester is really crying, dying, not smiling, calling for help, cause he has never felt happiness. Many people dont understand the Jester, becuase if they did feel his pain, they would understand that in his world theres always rain, the make-up on his face turned into a stain, becuase underneath it all hes not what you expect, if you did you would have intense respect. Everyday he takes care of others, sisters, brothers, his father a drunk, even his mother, the Jester can only hope it will get better, and maybe after you read this you will understand me. The Jester
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