Tears of a Clown

I am the performer
A clown within a mask
The humour I portray
Is a smoke screen I dispatch

I hide in plain sight
Behind a painted veil
For reasons that unknown
A concealed life will revile

My pseudo personality
Reveals a trait in life
When facing an adversity
I grit my teeth and fight

In times that need compassion
My shoulders branch out broad
The tear drops of a clown bringing humour all applaud

Though the pain I hide is real
A burden I regret
I wish that to unsheathe myself
A mirror I deflect

I carry my composure exhumed within balloons
Gifting my emotion to lighten up the room
I yearn for you to figure out why I so wear this frown
For then you shall bear witness when the tears befall this clown.