The Clown Poem by amar qamar

I make people laugh, I like to see them cheery
Mask upon a mask where is the real me?
Clever, witty and amusing to see
Hundred laughs a seconds, a jester it’s great to be
Kids love me, Grownups adore the clown
Guaranteed to make you giggle I won’t let you down
But what makes me laugh, who cares for the fool?
I’m no better than the TV, a stereo I’m just a tool
Who cares for the real me, the man beneath?
The unseen man walking behind the grin and teeth
The guy who seems so happy all the time
Who cares for me really? No one gives a dime
Where is the karma, where is my smile?
Not the drawn on one, that’s been on a while
No one’s ever tried to get close or show me affection,
I know people too well, I can see past their protection
Pretending to love me, as false as my mask
I see past the lies, tell me the truth, that’s all I ask
For now I’m content to do as I have always done
No point wallowing, what will come, will come…
So I draw my smile my facade back on my face
The act s started again, off I go to be a mental case…