I am a clown;
the bringer of delight
It's my job to paint a smile
on everyone's faces
A quiet room shall be invaded
by laughter and noise, through me
It is my joy to see them happy
and my pleasure to know
that I am the reason behind it
It's my desire to share this energy
even if it does not come back to me
and yet, they got used to it

and so they thought
that my happiness does not fade
that it continuously grows
as the river flows
that my energy lasts forever
that my smile cannot be erased on my face
and my laughter will always be heard

but they were wrong
it all ends
yet no one even noticed

with that I knew
that I was falling on a cliff alone
and my mistake is not that I jumped
but I waited
I waited for a lending hand
but there is none
and then I tasted the rock bottom
how fool of me

I refused to speak
learning that no one would ever care,
listen, or understand
they know that I am a clown
but they forgot that I am also a human
a clown can also cry
my happiness can also die
but no one,
no one did a thing or two
some pretended to care
some did care
but no one cared enough
and yet, I got used to it

now, I am a sad clown
the mourner of the night

I cannot make them happy
I can't feel their energy
I cannot hear them laugh
I can’t give what I don’t have