When Silence Wept

"The Punchline"

You laugh at me, but you don't see,
The punchline of this tragedy.
You think I'm mad, a twisted grin-
But madness was my way in.

A joke, a joke-it's all I've been,
The world's cruel laugh, my cracking skin.
They kicked me down, they spat, they jeered,
Until the day I disappeared.

Born in chaos, raised by pain,
I wore a mask to hide the strain.
But masks can slip, and so did mine-
Beneath the smile, I bled in time.

You call me monster, villain, freak,
Yet it's your cruelty that made me weak.
I was a man once, soft and small,
But broken men must learn to crawl.

The city feasts on fragile minds,
Crushing hope, deaf to the signs.
I begged for mercy, begged for light-
But they just turned and let me fight.

So here I am, with painted face,
Dressed for the part in life's cruel race.
A punchline in your perfect play,
The freak you made along the way.

But do you know what truly kills?
Not knives or guns, or pills on pills.
It's laughter, cold and hard as stone,
When you're left bleeding all alone.

I found a way to make them see,
To twist the joke, to set it free.
The chaos comes, it swallows whole-
The shattered fragments of my soul.

I justify what's left in me-
Not madness, but reality.
For in this world of fire and crime,
It's you who crossed the line this time.

I never asked for any more
Than to be seen, not ignored.
But justice doesn't wear a mask,
It wears a smile-it's all I ask.

I showed the world its broken spine,
I forced the truth beneath the line.
For in the end, we're all the same-
Just playing parts in life's cruel game.

So laugh, laugh hard-I'll laugh too,
For I am simply what you drew.
A joke, a freak, a broken toy-
But in my chaos, there's no joy.