Circus freak...

As I
Hold
This pistol
I'm looking
For
Comedy
Wisdom,
Where's
The
Chaplin
To my
Comedic
Killing?
Where's
The
Shoulder
For my
Lonesome
Tears?
My
Face painted,
My
Days fading,
Like a
Freak
I hold
This
Pistol,
Like a
Cheat
I hide
My
Feelings,
My mind
Unravelling
From
My sleeve
Colour
By
Colour
I'm escaping
From
My dreams
I stare
In the
Mirror
I hear
Crowds
Laughter
I look
Again
As I
Pull the
Trigger
Squeeze!
Squeeze!
Squeeze!
Now I'm
Soaked
Off the
Ammunition,
Oh how I
Like to
Joke
With my
Water pistol!
Mwahahaha...