Am I but a joke to you?
Am I so funny or rather, Foolish
that you cannot help but laugh at my 'theatrics'?

If I am, am I an inside joke
utterd by those who whisper under their breaths
while huddled in corners giggling?
Or am I the laughing stock of this little world?
The village idiot.
Am I dressed up as a clown behind your eyes
with a big red nose and a plastic smile?
The jester fool who's just a tool
you use to feel better about yourself?
Or am I that thing that makes you laugh when in solitude
or rather, loneliness at the thought of me?

If I am, then at least I can feel content
knowing who or what I am
Knowing I'm fulfilling my purpose
and that I'm doing my job to the best of my ability
for I am willing and able.
I ask of only one answer from you.
You who are quick to point and pass judgment.
You who are like a spinning compass lost without direction.
You who are walking in the abyss of darkness
holding a candle with no flame.
You are the same one who attempts to kindle a flame under water.

Do you know who you are?