A lonely, sad existence you say

Like the clown that puts on a show

Teardrops painted on his powder white face

We continue to laugh at his jokes

But the pain that dweels deep inside

Brings laughter to the common man

For the smile on his face confuses us;

his feelings we don’t know where he stands

Teardrops showing blatantly

On a background the color of snow

Yet we continue to laugh at his pain,

for his sadness is our joke

A lonely sad existence

That far too many understand

As life seems to crumble in our eyes

Instead of help others just laugh

“Others sadness should not be your source of entertainment. Take time to uplift someone instead of being entertained by their downward spiral.” -Monica Renata¬†