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Clown.
They all laugh,
But inside he cries,
They say "You're the life of the party!"
But every time a little piece dies,
Self degradation for their amusement,
They don't care,
Or they just don't see it.
"We love you!" they chant,
But when the jokes are gone?
He's left with empty hands,
From hundreds of friends,
To none,
In span of a night,
He goes from the top of the sky,
To the basement floor,
Nobody waiting for him behind the door.
Alone,
That's all he knows,
Everyone loves you when you're the butt of the joke.
