oh what a pretty little jester
look how she prances around
try with all her might to do it right
the only thing she knows is killing her soul
she may look to be happy with her smile
but deep down she's dying inside
for some to laugh at her jokes
and tell her she's talented and fun
someone who's soul matches hers like
the son matches the moon
someone who knows her jokes are lame
but they'll laugh anyways
some whos there but not in the way
just a little jester who isn't funny at all
but really trys to make a quite croud roar
she longs for the clapping and laughing of others just so she can feel not no useless
all she needs is a glips of hope
she sighs
this little jesters tired of clowning now
so depressed and alone she finds her way home, to rest her heart and mind and soul
all so she can do it tomorrow
all over again
©Jcaustin
J