The sad clown wasn’t sad at all. His frown was painted on, and his tears were all for show.

No one trusted a happy man. Smiles, good cheer, friendliness, it all made everyone feel uncomfortable. It just wasn’t worth the hassle.

So now he lived his lie
all alone
in the silence and solitude
of his own happy home.

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Notes:

1. Written on October 16th, 2024

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