What do you expect from me? Am I your entertaining clown? Am I always supposed to clicked on When your friends come around? Am I here for your enjoyment? Am I here to make you laugh? Do you want me for my company? Or am I just on your staff? The light goes on, and I'm on stage Regardless where we are I'm the center of attention I'm a bug trapped in your jar When I'm quiet you ignore me When I'm on, you're by my side I am just another plaything Being taken for a ride? I'm funny when I need to be But, that's by your request I'm a puppet on your little stage When I'm on, I'm at my best I hide behind my greasepaint Wearing masks through out the day But, when the footlights shine And I'm in front, that's when I come to play Am I funny just to please you? Or am I really pleasing me? The doorbell rang, your friends are here Another show for free.
Don't worry, this is not an autobiographical poem.