therapy

The Sad Clown

I laugh.

I laugh at your joke.

I laugh at your smile.

I laugh at your speech.

I laugh at your cry

I laugh when you look at me.

I laugh when you don't look at me.

I laugh when you joke.

I laugh when you don't.

Then you ask me:

why do I always laugh?

what am I laughing about?

And my lips go numb.

Look at my ugly frown.

Look at me,

I am the sad clown.

Does the sound I make with my lips

resemble the sound of a laugh?

My empty coat of flesh laughing so heart-full.

HAHAHAHAHAH

I need the sound of laugh. 

That's why I am making it.

Because the sad clown can't stand the silence

in which he bore his heart out

and trapped his bleeding soul in a jar.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAH