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.