I Feel Bad For You

Paint yourself in the primary colors;

Put on the outfit and the nose

You’re no less of a clown than the others

I know you see me and secretly shudder,

The things you say I can’t even compose

You think of your friends like brothers;

They’re the ones laughing harder than most

You must hear the whispers and utters,

So you put on shows like others change clothes

You place the mirror under a cover

Posting vain portraits; you think no one knows

It must be hard to be a martyr

For a cause that leaves you outside in the snow;

For a man who you think is your lover

He pretends, but he can’t hold the pose

And in a few months when you wonder,

Where did everyone go?

Your lifeblood ripped asunder;

No one bought tickets to the show