Jester's Rage

Once my work is all done,
I go back to my chamber,
I dwell there with darkest one,
No one respects my labor!

My look is only deceiving,
The look is only a mask,
Illusion is what they are receiving,
It hurts to be remembered last.

Happy and funny is only an act,
My future I cannot see,
Inside I am shreaded apart,
No one cares because it is me.

Respect is the word I don't know,
Sadness is the feeling that I feel,
Happy is the word I only show,
Dead is what's inside of me.

Again and again I spin around,
Confused but awoken,
Yet to discover where I belong,
Answer is: Alone and broken!

Written by: Heavy