Clown, buffoon, fool, so many names
Me filled with so much shame
Slip and fall, crack a joke
That just is my way
I know behind my back they mock me
But it is my way way of dealing
So as not to be reeling
Why aren't they completely petrified?
Or at the very least the least bit scared
Don't they know the stakes?
The stress, the danger, the aches?
All that happened does it phase them?
How do they go on?
Do they even care?
I sure do
