I explain myself the method behind the madness,
I share the secret workings of my mind,
the logic behind the scenes.
And they laugh, and cut me off,
and say I'm weird or silly, or on crack.
Yeah, I like to make people laugh.
But inside, I'm just another person.
Perhaps a bit more dramatic, but my feelings are valid,
equal to yours, and affect me.
I'm dismissed, written off, ignored,
on a regular basis.
Surprised?
I hurt. I suffer the emotional equivalent of a heart attack every day.
Often more than once!
But does anyone take me seriously?
Why should they?
The clown mask has been affixed too tight.
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