Clown

You'll make a perfect clown
with your smile constantly turned upside down
ah, that consistent frown
they will cheer for your demise
they love the pain hidden in your eyes
the paint on your face is your perfect disguise
your agony and tears they long to franchise
from your ashes they pray you never rise
your emotions oh so well they know you hide
hence why they refuse to remain by your side
they will push you just to see you fly
watch and stare at your lifeless body and smile as others pass you by
they profess their innocence, and deny deny deny
that they never knew
that with yourself you were trapped in a constant duel
you were never a mirror that they could see right through
ah, a clown is never transparent
the pain they feel is never apparent
is it you in that neverending masquerade
watching secretly as others try to invade
your personal space
and as the masks fall you realize that everyone around you has no face
this faceless world suits you
everyones masks sticks to them like glue
you'll make a perfect clown
because you can only be yourself when noone is around.