we clowns are happy people, happy because we're clowns, though when our paint comes off, we arnt clown any more.....some would say the happy ficade diminishes...., and thats how it would be.....i WOULD be a person, if my paint wasnt stuck.....its all so clear now, ......thus, im stuck a clown....and noone knows it, cause i lack the capability to tell them....i guess thats one of the classes i cut in high school..(sarcasm)...................... why am i wearing paint ....what does the rest of me look like...are their others like me?....that put up with it just to see what the next event is going to be.......why cant people reguarded as intelligent grasp my kind of concepts....why is their paint staying on....WHY IS MY PAINT WASHING OFF!!!........................................................................... ..................................................................................... ....................................its starting to hurt.............. ...................................................................................... i projected myself through my ficade once...i unlocked the door from my emotions to the outside world...only to find that 1 layer of paint is more than enough to delute the same emotions....and the next door was locked from the other side.....
