Seriously.

I explain myself

the method behind the madness

I share the secret workings of my mind,

the logic behind the scenes.

And they laugh, and cut me off, and say I'm weird

or silly, or on crack.

Yeah, I like to make people laugh.

But inside, I'm just another person.

Perhaps a bit more dramatic, but my feelings

are valid, equal to yours, and affect me.

I'm dismissed, written off, ignored,

on a regular basis. Surprised?

I hurt. I suffer the emotional equivalent of a heart attack

every day. Often more than once!

But does anyone take me seriously?

Why should they?

The clown mask has been affixed too tight.