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.
To know me more just u have to meet me, is always straight forwa
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