I am the clown of them all, An object of their mocking voices,
they don't really see me, I'm lost within those noises.
When I speak the truth....it hurts!!...and I'm shunned,
But, they don't realize that sweet lies benefit none.
I mask myself with dreams and colors,
They hide their hearts behind colored veils of pretense.
Alone within myself is better than being alone with a murderous crowd,
I enjoy my own company for when I am alone I am happy!