THE FUNNY GUY
He's the one who carries the most pain 💔
I smile a lot,
Hold myself together,
Make jokes and make everyone else smile too.
I like a room to be full of joy while I'm in it.
It's nice being the funniest in the room.
My life is perfect.
I have never known pain.
Everyone wants me around.
It's nothing but sunshine and rainbows on this side.
At least, that's what I tell myself.
I make the jokes,
Hoping that it masks the pain that I carry inside.
Maybe their laughter would help me forget how lonely I am—
But it doesn't.
I carry something deep inside that I hope no one sees.
I try to win their validation.
Maybe it will bring me some form of healing,
But it never does.
Everyone thinks that I'm the happiest man alive,
That I have the brightest smile.
What they do not know
Is that it all turns to gloom as soon as they leave.
I love making them laugh,
It's nice to see everyone else happy.
All the attention is given to me,
But no one ever sees me.
I tell myself that I'm being strong,
But deep down,
I wish that someone would see through this fake euphoria
And ask the funny guy
If he's really doing okay—
If there's anyone who makes him laugh
The way he makes other people laugh.
I sit in a crowded room,
All eyes on me,
Laughing, happy—
But I'm really by myself.
Everybody wants to hear something funny,
But nobody bothers to ask the jester
If he's really doing okay.
So I go back home.
I'm alone, wretched.
But tomorrow,
I'll put on the mask again,
Because even in my misery,
They still need to laugh.
