The comedian is depressed—
Irony at its peak.
People cannot see the lies
Whenever she starts to speak.
The comedian is depressed.
Her smiles are not her own.
Day and night pass by and by,
Her house is not a home.
The comedian is depressed,
But the audience cannot tell.
In the end that's all that matters,
That, and if you perform well.
The comedian is depressed,
Head filled with gray and blue.
You cannot know the full extent
Until you acknowledge that it's true.
The comedian is depressed,
Each laugh is fleeting, at most.
Original thoughts inside her head
Tied her to a whipping post.
The comedians are depressed,
And more are going away.
How much longer till people think
To ask if we're okay?
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
The comedian is depressed—
Irony at its peak.
People cannot see the lies
Whenever she starts to speak.
The comedian is depressed.
Her smiles are not her own.
Day and night pass by and by,
Her house is not a home.
The comedian is depressed,
But the audience cannot tell.
In the end that's all that matters,
That, and if you perform well.
The comedian is depressed,
Head filled with gray and blue.
You cannot know the full extent
Until you acknowledge that it's true.
The comedian is depressed,
Each laugh is fleeting, at most.
Original thoughts inside her head
Tied her to a whipping post.
The comedians are depressed,
And more are going away.
How much longer till people think
To ask if we're okay?
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