Writing Journal 2021

muffinhead

My friends all call me Muffinhead

From morning till I go to bed

My friends all point and laugh at me

It hurts so bad; why can't they see?

Oh! To be the funny one

You'd think it would be so much fun

And it is... until you're sad

You're Muffinhead, you must be glad!

Everyone expects the clown

They all ignore my painted frown

My only job as Muffinhead?

Use my jokes to kill 'em dead

The jokes don't come from anywhere

I pull them out of the thin air

But I'm reaching out for emptiness

Without the jokes, would I still exist?

On a day where I'm not well

I'm not allowed to let them smell

The anger that's inside of me

I'm Muffinhead! I must be funny!

I stick around for all their woes

But when I'm sad, everyone goes

It's lonely being Muffinhead

They laughed until my ears bled red

My friends all called me Muffinhead

That's how my name used to be read

But I'm not who I used to be

Can't decide if I'm alone or free...