Like a joker I looked
Being laughed and teased
No retaliation or rejections

Being a clown is what I'm good at
but deep down
This clown, mind.

Hickory dickory dock
I ran with might to the top
I pushed the hands, back in place
Just for an hour more to save

I hope my life
Won't end in vain
With actions, I regret
With speech, I take back
All with that one hour I saved

So when the clock strike 12
And dreams come to an end
I wish for the better
Next day.

Closing my eyes
I whisper
I tried to be mature
But I just tremble

Should this facade, be hidden or shown?

Should I just put on a smile and move along ?

Which is easier, I don't know.

I just questioned myself over and over
Till finally
I fall into deep slumber.