I was a joke, when I was young.
Laughter, so loud, at my expense stung.
The sound bending me over in agony.
Hunkered down, took a journey.
Mind went afar hoping laughter done when awoke.
Older now, sadly naught changed since I was a joke.
Think I would learn, to deal with pain.
Joy, with role as clown, I could feign.
This one ability, could save me my face.
Instead, tears engage in a race.
No matter what I do, I follow the same pattern.
I am a clown to all around…think I would learn.