I hate clowns.
They are so superficial, so fake.
What really is behind their big smiles?
Pricks of tear are under their eyes
Are they tears of happiness
or tears of sorrow?
I always feel uneasy, always dizzy when they are around.
I never let any clowns approach me.
I am scared of them.
That’s why love,
I hate you when you become a clown.
Even when you say that you are happy to be one.
Even when you say that you like to make people happy.
I am telling you what I think.
People laugh not because you are funny.
People laugh because they can find something to laugh at.
When they find something more terrible than their depressing life. People laugh at the humiliation you let yourself through.
You’re just their escape, their fantasy of foolishness.
Once they are happy themselves, they won’t need you anymore.
Once they are back in real life, they are gonna leave you…
either laugh or cry by yourself …
or neither …